HAVEN

Title: HAVEN
Author: Lace_nire
Date: 10/02/05
Rating: MA
Characters: Ronon/ Amirah (OC)
Archiving: Yes
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None

Disclaimers: I do not own Ronon or any characters from
Stargate Atlantis. I do not make money from my stories, so please do not sue me.

Summary: Ronon Dex meets one of the scientists of the new Atlantis contingent, unfortunately she has trust and intimacy issues arising from a dark past.

******HAVEN******


“You need to open up to a relationship, enough time has passed”

Amirah stared at Dr Petra Jackman as if she had sprouted horns and a tail. Incredibly she was continuing to say more of those hateful words.

“Don’t give me that look, you are using the attempted rape as an excuse to avoid intimacy with men.” Dr Jackman paused and gave Amirah a hard look.

“You have to understand Amirah, it’s time to move on with your life. It’s been two years since that incident, you don’t want to miss out on the best years of your life, do you?” Again she paused expectantly, but got no answer.

Shaking her head, she continued:

“Since this is our last session before you take up that new ‘top secret’ assignment with the Air Force, I’m going to give you some free advice………Stop treating men as if they are all beasts, they’re not. There are some really good men out there and you WILL meet one of them. Just give love a chance.”


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Amirah sat at one of the few viewing ports in the sub levels of Atlantis, contemplating Dr Jackman’s ‘free advice’. She had arrived in Atlantis three weeks ago as part of the new contingent of scientists, explorers, and militia. She loved it here, and was well aware how lucky she was to have been included in the expedition. Her experience in xenobiology was limited, but her true specialization was in the fields of ecology and environmental science. She was assigned to the new Rehabilitation Unit, a was the Assistant to the Chief Environmentalist, Professor Kenny.

As the SG teams explored the Pegasus Galaxy, they had found many planets devastated by the Wraith, or, as in a few cases, ‘Ancient’ experimentation. The Rehab Unit was responsible for studying the ecology of the planets, formulating strategies to return them to a habitable state, and implementing these strategies. The premise was that since these worlds were known to be devastated, and uninhabitable, the wraith would not return to them. They would be ideal for the rehabilitation of refugees fleeing from the newly awakened wraith.

Amirah had jumped at the chance to make a fresh start far away from that incident of two years ago. Several billion light years was as far away as anyone could get from bad memories. Despite the move, she’d still break out in cold sweat, and cry out in her sleep. Dr Jackman probably was right about it being time to move on, but Lord, how could she function in a relationship when she was terrified of men?

“Ami! Come quickly!”

Amirah turned to see her newest friend and co-worker, Pixi McCoy, running towards her.

“Ami, they’ve found another planet for rehab, it’s called Sateda. Prof Kenny’s in the lab already, analyzing the M.A.L.P. images. He wants us there right away.”

“Sateda? That name’s familiar?” Amirah stared at her friend as they stepped into the lift, her expression willing Pixi to clarify.

“It should be familiar, it’s the home world of that new alien Lt Colonel Sheppard found last week. You know, the tall sexy guy that every female has been talking about.”

Amirah said nothing. She knew Pixi didn’t understand her refusal to socialize with the men of the expedition. She had indeed overheard several conversations about a man who seemed to be more beast than man. What with his matted hair, rough manners and aggressive behavior, he was just the sort of man that scared her the most. She was glad she hadn’t actually encountered him, she silently thanked God for heeding her prayers to keep such men away from her.

“There you are” Prof Kenny said, looking away from the screen as they entered the lab. He was a grandfatherly man with whom Amirah felt quite safe.

“Yes Prof, what do we have?” Amirah said smiling.

“Sateda………”

**********
Twelve hours later, Amirah stepped into the lift and punched in the code for the gymnasium level. It was one o’clock in the morning and yet she was still hyper from the exciting discussions and planning that had taken place earlier. Strangely, she felt safer wandering around Atlantis at these hours than during the day when more men were around. She knew from past experience that the gym would be deserted and she could exercise without being stared at, or being subjected to unwanted advances.

The Holo-Room had an excellent sparing program that allowed the user to engage in combat with any number of holographic adversaries. Amirah chose two, in unarmed combat, and was soon happily working off her frustrations. Soon after she had been attacked two years ago, she had enrolled in a self-defense class, and later fencing and shooting. She refused to be anyone’s victim again.


Amirah was holding her own against the two holograms for half an hour when suddenly a large shape hurtled into the midst of the gym, pushing Amirah aside and placed itself in front of her, blocking the blow that was aimed at her head.

“Get back!! I’ll handle these curs!!” A rich baritone voice shouted.

Amirah recovered her balance from the push, turned around and stared. A giant of a man was engaged in battle with her foes. He was so large, so tall, and so fast. He delivered blows in rapid succession, and as pre-programmed, they faded away at the ‘death blows‘.

“What sorcery is this!??”

His angry, puzzled look a clear giveaway that he didn’t know that the attackers were holograms. Amirah almost burst out laughing at his expression, except he was now looking at HER!

Green eyes met gold and held steady, narrowing slightly as he got his first look at her.

Ronon could not believe his eyes as he looked at the woman he had just ‘saved’. She was stunningly beautiful. Her almond shaped, slightly tilted eyes were caramel-gold in color and stared back at him unflinchingly. A man could get lost in those eyes, they could see his soul, he thought. He allowed his eyes to roam further, taking in her hair which was very curly and twisted into many tiny plaits. Her skin was a warm honey tone that was covered with a light sheen of moisture from her exertions. She was wearing a short form-fitting body suit that did nothing to hide her supple, lightly muscled body and flat toned stomach. Her waist, such a tiny waist, Lord. The tightening at his crotch caught him by surprise. After seven years without a woman, he thought he had mastered such desires and was now immune to women’s charms. He looked back at her face thinking to introduce himself, but instead he found himself stepping back in shock!

Amirah was furious!!!
If looks could kill Ronon would be dead several times over.

~How dare he!! How dare he maul me with his eyes~ she thought.

It had been amusing to see the stranger confused by the holograms, but once he started checking her out, Amirah was just disgusted and angry. Like all men he couldn’t stand to see a woman without undressing her with his eyes. She had seen the way his eyes had narrowed and he had swallowed, and the increased bulge in his pants was unmistakable.

~Ugh!!! Disgusting!!! Drooling just like a dog in heat!!!!~

Without a word, Amirah turned and stalked out of the gym.

Embarrassed by his lack of physical control, and aware of how he had disgusted her, Ronon watched her leave. He instinctively knew that he should not follow her.

This time.


Back at her room, Amirah showered, dressed in shorts and tank top and climbed into bed. She hoped to fall asleep quickly so she could forget the disgusting he-man back at the gym.

It was hopeless, she couldn’t fall asleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about him and seeing those jade green eyes. For that timeless moment when their eyes had met, she had stared into their green depths and felt something stir deep down inside her.

~Who was he? Why did he have to spoil it by drooling like that?~
~ Ugh!!! Men they’re all the same!!! Only ONE thing on their minds~


**********
Next day at the Cafeteria………

“Aha! I see your doing your second favorite thing”

Colonel Sheppard said, approaching Ronon and eyeing the heaped plate in front of him. There was no reply. Sheppard realized that the food had also not been touched.

“Or not?” Shep said, puzzled.

After observing the gusto with which Ronon normally ate, Shep didn’t think he could sit with food in front of him and not eat it.

“What’s up big guy?” he asked, pulling out the chair across from Ronon and sitting down.

“You feeling alright?” he slapped Ronon across the shoulder, hoping to snap him out of his reverie.

Finally, those intense green eyes focused on him and he had Ronon’s attention.

“What’s the matter? Why are you staring off into space like that?”

“I had a very strange experience last night and it continues to haunt me. Tell me Sheppard, why would a woman grow angry at a man for staring at her with appreciation?”

“Oh oh! Some woman’s angry at YOU? Impossible! Ever since you got here all the women have been practically fainting whenever you enter a room! There isn’t a woman on Atlantis that would be annoyed at you for staring. What did you say to her?”

“I never got a chance to say anything, because she stalked out of the gym after looking at me with murder in her eyes. Satedans value strength of character and honour. Our women are just as active in the military as the men. When I saw her last night, I was reminded of Satedan women. She was defending herself against and attack by what seemed to be two males. I thought to assist her, even though I could see she was holding her own in the fight. It turned out that the attackers were in fact images generated by the machinery you call computers. Sheppard, I have to meet that woman again. I know I can win her over!”

“Ronon, there are over two hundred people on Atlantis and not all of them live in the central buildings. The fact that you met her in one to gyms is a good indication that she might actually be living close to the exploration and research teams, but honestly Ronon, a woman who hates being stared at could be anyone, including one of the homosexual contingent members.”

“Homosexual??”

“Didn’t you have people on Sateda who were attracted of others of the same sex?”

“Oh, I understand, but I don’t think the woman was homosexual, something happened to make her behave the way she did. I have to find her Sheppard, she and I belong together.”

**********

Amirah looked up from the algal culture she had been examining under the stereomicroscope and made a few notes on her clipboard. They had done their best to simulate the environmental conditions that the M.A.L.P had recorded on Sateda and this culture seemed to be growing the best under those conditions.

“Are they ready my dear?”, Professor Kenny asked as he came bustling in.

“This one’s the best, it’s showing a 90% growth rate” Amirah answered.

“Excellent!! I can tell Dr Weir to organize a field testing trip to Sateda ASAP. Ronon should be very pleased with our progress.”

“Ronon?” Amirah asked, puzzled.

“Oh yes, that’s right, you haven’t met our resident Satedan. We thought he was the last, but it turns out there are at least 300 refugees living on other planets. Well you’ll get to meet him tomorrow morning, since I’m leaving the presentation to you. Have fun preparing!” With that parting shot, Prof Kenny happily strode into the next lab.

**********

Dr Amirah Kenwah sat at the side of the podium organizing her notes and surreptitiously looking at the people filing into the Conference Room. She had met most of them, Dr Weir, Colonel Sheppard, Dr McKay. One by one they took their seats. As she was about to stand, a final person entered and stood staring at her. AGAIN.

Ronon could not believe his eyes. There she was, riffling through some papers. He couldn’t help it he stared, taking in her perfect skin and intelligent eyes, her full lips were softly parted as if she was breathless. Ronon longed to cross the distance between them and sample those lips, drinking in their nectar. Her curly hair was not plaited like last time, but instead seemed to be arranged in plait-like twists that remained interlocked due to the very wooly texture of her hair. Dear Gods! He thought, she’s even more beautiful than he remembered.

Amirah remained frozen at his appearance, she remembered him all too well. How could she forget this man who haunted her dreams, making her awaken with racing heart; breathlessly drenched in sweat, and a throbbing ache of desire between her legs. His heated looks that night six weeks ago had awakened a desire in her that she had thought would never reemerge after the attack. Seeing him now, as he entered the room, she fought the surge of desire that was somehow still competing with the disgust and fear she felt for all men. All manner of thoughts raced through her mind:

~He’s so tall, so big~

~How can I be attracted to that powerful, dangerous giant?~

~He could break me in half with one hand. I’d never be able to tell him no.~

“Hey Ronon, have a seat, don’t you want to hear how the techno geeks plan to restore Sateda?” Sheppard called out.

That was all Amirah needed to break the paralyzing eye contact and she resolutely decided not to look at him again. She now realized he was the Satedan everyone was talking about. No wonder. He was as magnificent as she remembered.

As he watched her turn away, Ronon tried not to be angry at Sheppard for breaking the spell. He had seen the desire in her eyes and he felt encouraged. Maybe she had been looking for him, just as he had been searching for her? No, he remembered the anger and just now he had seen it again. Strangely, he had seen fear as well in her eyes as she looked at him. Why? He wondered, he’d never hurt her, and would kill anyone who did.

**********

One hour later and the presentation was over, and all questions were answered. Ronon had kept silent throughout, instinctively knowing that his presence made Amirah uncomfortable. Amirah. He had a name for this woman who had stolen his heart. He was amazed at how smart she was, and how easily she was able to match wits with McKay. He was well assured that Sateda’s ecology would recover and his people would soon be able to return to their planet.

“How about some sparring?” Sheppard asked as he got up to leave, thinking Ronon would do the same.

“Not today Shep, I have to talk to someone.” Ronon replied.

Sheppard was amazed, fighting was Ronon’s favorite past time, he never turned down the opportunity to kick someone’s butt. Suddenly he remembered the time when Ronon had refused his second favorite past time ? eating. Sheppard looked across at Dr Kenwah and back at Ronon who sat staring at her as she jerkily packed away her notes, aware of the scrutiny.

“Is THAT her?”

“Yes.” Ronon replied

“Sheesh, you sure know how to pick um, none of the men on Atlantis have been able to crack that nut, and believe me we’ve tried!”

Ronon turned and stared at Shep with hard eyes, “’We’ve tried’???”

“Settle down big guy, don’t get your panties all in a bunch!” Sheppard said placatingly,

“Of course I’ve spoken to her, but she’s too cold, definitely not my type, but good luck to you.”

With that and a slap to Ronon’s back, he strode out of the Conference Room leaving Amirah and Ronon alone.


Amirah was fully aware of the intensity of his gaze and was fighting hard to remain in control of her movements. Bolting for the door was not an option.

“I searched for you everywhere, but couldn’t find you. Now, just when I had decided that I had imagined our encounter, I suddenly find you here.”

He had spoken softly enough to be heard, but not loud enough to startle her. He knew she had heard him, yet she said nothing.

Ronon rose from his seat and walked around the table towards her. He was well aware of how intimidating his height and physical presence were and had wanted to remain seated and draw her out. Unfortunately, she had ignored him, and so, he was forced to make her fully aware of his presence and virility.

Amirah had been trying hard to complete her task and escape the room, but her hands were shaking so much, the papers and pens kept slipping out of them. She heard him rise from his chair and felt rather than heard him approach her.

“Look at me.” He said softly, caressingly

Amirah did not look up but felt her insides melt and a shiver ran down her back.

~How could she be turned on by a man’s voice!~ She thought, and continued to pretend not to hear him.

Large hands covered hers to still her fumbling.

His action was unexpected, and Amirah reacted reflexively. She jerked away and slammed her open palm into his face, a task made easier by his bending over to grasp her hands.

“Good Grief!!!” she cried shocked and horrified by her actions.

She watched as a red mark spread over his cheek, and yet he made no move against her.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry.” she cried, breaking away from the hurt look in his beautiful eyes. She gathered up her briefcase and ran out the door.


Ronon was shocked. Clearly Earth women were very different from Satedan women.

~Why had she reacted so violently to my touch?~

~She seemed to shock even herself, she obviously did not want to hit me, and yet she had.~

~How do I handle this situation?~

~I want her, and I feel certain she wants me, and yet I seem to scare her. I have to speak to someone about this. I've given up so much these past seven years. I’M NOT GIVING UP THIS WOMAN!!!~

**********

Ronon stood outside Teyla’s room and pushed the call button, he hadn’t noticed on his very first visit to her room.

“Enter.” She called out, and the door slid open.

“Ronon, welcome my friend, you look troubled?”

“Teyla, I did not know who else I could trust to give me a straight answer.”

“Sit, what is it my friend, how may I be of assistance?” Teyla said, leading Ronon to the cushions scattered around the room.

“I’ve met a woman…..”

“I’ve met a woman, who stirs my blood like no other. I know she feels the same about me, yet every time I approach her, she’s either angry or terrified. What could cause this Teyla? What can I do!?”

Ronon was clearly disturbed, and Teyla thought carefully before answering his plea.

“My friend, I can’t imagine any woman being angry at you or terrified of you for any length of time. True you are an imposing figure, but I know you are gentle inside. Have you tried speaking to her to find out what the problem is?”

“Teyla I would love to, but she keeps giving me murderous looks and running off at the first opportunity!” Ronon replied, hands in the air and clearly exasperated.

“Well, I can see why you are so confused. Hmm……..I can only think that she has had a bad experience that still haunts her. If that is the case, you will need to move very slowly my friend, very slowly.”

**********

Amirah was miserable. It was five days since their meeting and she had been hiding out ever since. She had purposely gone to the lab at odd hours when she knew that no one would be around. Also, for the past two days she had called in sick and refused to answer Pixi’s calls. She was deeply disturbed by her reaction to Ronon, both outwardly and emotionally. She was horrified and sickened by the way she had reacted to his touch. He had been so gentle, nothing like the beast that had attacked her, and yet……. she had struck him. This was what truly frightened her.

~Supposing I can never bear to be intimately touched by a man again?~ Amirah thought miserably.

It was obvious that despite his large size, and fierce demeanor, Ronon did in fact have a gentle side. After overhearing conversations about him, it seemed that he had experienced terrible things at the hands of the wraith.

~He’s just like me, hurt and scarred by unfortunate circumstances and the beastly people we have out there.~

~What right do I have to act as if only I have been abused, and disrespected.~ Amirah thought sadly as she sat contemplating her feelings for Ronon for the fifth consecutive night.

The buzzing of the call button broke through the haze of thought that surrounded her. Thinking it was Pixi, Amirah went over to the view port and as was her habit, she looked out before opening. To her dismay, HE was standing outside her door.

~Oh God!!! What should I do!?~

~ Ignore him, or open the door and face my fears?~

**********

Ronon stood staring at the door, he knew she was looking at him and even though he couldn’t see her, he could feel her presence and her eyes.

~Will she open the door?~

He hoped so. He didn’t want to have to approach her in a public place until he understood her fears better. Breaking down the door was also not an option. Not with this woman.

As he was about to ring the bell again, the door gently slid open so he could enter.

She was sitting cross-legged on a group of cushions, staring at him with some uncertainty. He entered and the door slid closed behind him. Without a word, he walked over to the cushions and sat directly across from her. He had deliberately avoided meeting her eyes, needing sometime to dampen the desire that flared at the sight of her. When he was seated, he finally allowed his eyes to meet hers. A timeless moment passed as he stared at nothing else but her eyes, willing her to speak first. He could see the myriad of emotions mirrored in those eyes. Fear and uncertainty, competed with desire and anticipation, the latter giving him hope.

“I want to apologize for hitting you the other day.”

She spoke slowly and softly, her words caressing him, her voice melodious and as beautiful as the rest of her.

“I have dismissed the incident already,” He said gently, “I probably should not have taken liberties.”

“How can you be so dismissive? I smashed my hand into your face! I was out of control!”

Tears had sprung to Amirah’s eyes as she said this, her voice breaking with emotion.

Ronon longed to take her into his arms and soothe away the pain she was feeling. It seemed as if all the pent up emotions were about to burst forth.

“Amirah, I hold no grudge against you for hitting me, there is nothing that you could do that would turn me from you, I want only to cherish you and keep you safe.”

“You don’t even know me!” She cried, “Why would you want to keep me safe?”

“Mirah, I’ll tell you why if you tell me what it is you fear. What haunts you so?”

Amirah calmly considered his words, hearing Dr Jackman in the back of her mind telling her it was time to let go and move on with her life. She sighed, lowered her eyes and haltingly began:

"Two years ago I was a researcher at a prestigious university back on Earth. I had just gotten my doctorate and was trying to establish myself by collaborating with a prominent professor in the field. I was working many long hours and many long nights. The work I was doing on algal cultures was really important, and is in fact the basis of the planetary rehabilitation work I’m doing now."

Amirah paused and swiped at the tears that pooled. Ronon waited, giving her time to begin again.

"There was this other researcher also working alongside another professor but in another field, their lab was across from where I was and we became friendly."

Her voice broke again, and Ronon waited.

"Very collegial, Oh God!! He would sometimes also be working late and he’d check in on me, or we would walk out to our cars together. One day he asked me out,…….. I hadn’t realized he was attracted to me, I was so taken up with my research. I realized then I had made a mistake in befriending him so much, because I felt no romantic connection to him. I refused his invitation. He didn’t take it well. He became abusive and called me nasty names. I had no choice but to stop having interactions with him. I didn’t tell the professor about the invitation or any of it, I just avoided him. I even stopped working late whenever he was working late."

"I was attacked a month later. I wasn’t even thinking about his irate behavior or his threats. We had maintained a coldness and I thought it was over. I even started to work late again. Then he tried to rape me. At the time I didn’t know who my attacker was, only that the person had jumped out at me as I was walking to my car. He wore a mask and dark clothing. He used a knife to hold me down and keep me quiet."

Ronon longed to pull her into his arms and stroke her hair and comfort her. In Sateda it was a heinous crime for a man to force a woman. Ronon longed to gut the man who had dared to treat Amirah so callously. He kept a tight rein on his outward emotions, not wanting her to see how murderously angry he was getting as she related more and more of her experience. In some deep part of his mind he knew that his anger was destined to be denied an outlet. He’d never get his hands on the Calot that had hurt Amirah. Yet his protective nature demanded he feel this way.

"He ripped apart my clothes, and squeezed my breasts. He…..he used his knees to force open my legs and he tore at my underwear. I was helpless. The only reason he wasn’t able to complete the act was because his zipper caught, and he had to shift aside to use both hands to free it. I was able to scratch him and push him off. I ran to the security station and alerted them to what had happened."

"They caught him the next day. Would you believe he came out to work with long scratches on his face? I went into therapy, I couldn’t stand to be touched by any man. I didn’t want to be touched by any man. I never expected to change my mind about that."

This last statement was an almost inaudible whisper, to anyone without Ronon’s acute hearing. He heard it as clearly as if she had shouted. He felt his spirit soar, she had practically admitted to having feelings for him.

Slowly, yet deliberately, Ronon reached out and took one of Amirah’s hands in a firm yet gentle grip. She reflexively tightened her hands and tried to jerkily pull her hand away. He held firm and waited.

Amirah fought the impulse to use her other hand to get free. Slowly, ever so slowly, she allowed the tension to drain away and her hands and body relaxed.
That was the signal Ronon was waiting for and he slowly reached out to take Amirah’s other hand.

Amirah watched as her free hand was trapped in Ronon’s larger hands. Panic rose to her throat, her heart beat so wildly she thought she would die of heart failure.
Finally he spoke:

“I thank you Amirah for trusting me enough to share that painful experience. I understand your previous actions better now, and swear that I will not allow the demons that haunt you to continue to rule you. I will tell you now why I want to keep you safe”

At the sound of his soft yet deep voice, Amirah’s agitation ceased.

~How was this extremely large yet gentle man able to radiate such a calming, soothing presence? By all rights she should be out of her mind with fear and distrust.~

As these thoughts raced through her mind, Ronon began to recount his tale:

"I have been running for 7 years. The Wraith thought to get more pleasure out of me as a Runner than as a meal. They wanted to use me as part of their Adulthood Rites of passage. Young Wraith would track me down by the beacon planted in my back, and then attempt to kill me. When none of these wraith returned, it became sport for the blooded adults to challenge each other to be the one to bring me down."

"I have been living by my wits and my prowess in armed and unarmed combat so long that it is now difficult to trust anyone. I owe my life and my hopes to Sheppard. He offered to help me even though I had imprisoned him. I trust him with my life………."

Amirah listened intently as Ronon continued to recount his story. He spoke of his distress upon the realization that Sateda had been destroyed, and his people murdered to the point of extinction. He spoke of his joy at finding a small community of survivors, and his satisfaction when he executed a Traitor. It was amazing how completely he opened up to her and told her things that no one else knew, not even Colonel Sheppard. Amirah could feel all the tension she had felt these past two years draining away, as she continued to stare into his eyes and he into hers.

“………….so you see Amirah, we have both been victims and have both suffered greatly and been abused. I see you as my salvation and I see myself as your salvation. When I met you in that gym, all those weeks ago, I saw in you something precious, something worthy of treasuring. We belong together Amirah, you feel it too, ……..and that is why I want to keep you safe.”

**********

As Ronon delivered these last words, he bent his head down until his eyes were on a level with hers, and their noses were practically touching. He wanted to kiss her, yet waited for her to signal that she was ready for it and wanted it as much as he did.

Amirah had never felt such yearning and need for a man as she now felt for Ronon. Tentatively, she reached out her hand and caressed the side of his face, allowing her fingers to stray to his lips and gently brush against them, tracing their fullness.

Ronon gently kissed her fingers as they brushed over his lips, taking her caress as the signal he had been waiting for. He captured her hand and gently sucked on each finger.

Ripples of pleasure shot through Amirah, her nipples were immediately erect and aching when he sucked on her first finger, and by the last, she was drawing ragged breaths. She felt weak and energized at the same time knowing that this was just the beginning of her liberation from fear and distrust, just the beginning of her discovery of Haven.

Ronon next took Amirah’s hand and placed it around his shoulders, effectively bringing her even closer so that his lips could intimately caress hers.

His first kiss was so light and feathery that Amirah thought she had imagined it. At least until he applied more pressure. She realized he was giving her time to adjust and still her fears.

Frustrated, and wanting him to stop treating her like she’d break, Amirah grabbed him by his long locks and pulled him deeper into the kiss. She was confused by the tumultuous emotions she was experiencing, and afraid she’d let the fears of the past two years enslave her once more. As if understanding her urgency, his soft, full lips parted and completely covered hers. He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, where he used it to caress hers and calm her fears. He made it impossible for her to think of anything else but how much she wanted to make love to him.

Amirah could not suppress her moans of pleasure as she returned the passionate onslaught in equal measure. She loved the way he was kissing her lips and her fertile imagination conjured images of him planting moist, passionate kisses all over her body in exactly the same way.

**********

Frustrated and wanting more, Amirah pushed Ronon away, disengaging from the kiss. He immediately stopped when she pushed. He clearly thought she was spooked by his passion. She got up from the cushions and drew him up to his feet.

It was almost sobering to be reminded how tall, how big he was….. Almost. It was too late to be concerned about his size, he was just what the Doctor ordered, she wanted to be FREE. She wanted HIM.

She led him over to her bed and gently pushed him down. When he realized she had no intention of stopping their love-making, he relaxed and went with the flow, letting her dictate the pace. She bent down to unlace and remove his boots, so he could swing his entire body, including feet, unto the bed.

“Are you comfortable?” she asked.

“Yes” he replied, a little hesitantly.

“Good, now lay back and enjoy the show.”

Amirah walked over to her stereo system and put on some music. She used the delay to build up her nerve to undress in front of him. She knew she had a sexy body and wanted to impress him, yet, it had been much more than the two years following the attack since she had let any man close enough to see her naked.

Reaching up she started to unbutton the shirt she was wearing, dropping it at her feet. Next was her shorts which were kicked to one side. As she reached for the clasp on her bra, Ronon stretched out his hand beckoning her to him. As she walked around the side of the bed he sat up so that when she stopped, her breasts were almost level with his face.

“I’d like to take it off, do you mind?” he asked.

“No…..I want you to.”

Large hands reached up to unhook the front closure, releasing Amirah’s large breasts. Tossing aside the bra, Ronon let his hands gently cup her perfect breasts. They were the perfect size and weight to fit his hands. His thumbs gently flicked her dark brown nipples, that were an erotic contrast to her lighter golden brown skin. Drawing her closer, he let his lips and tongue replace his hands, gently sucking her nipples, running his tongue around the darker area and pulling at the pointed tips.

Amirah felt wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her as Ronon continued to lick and suck her breasts. She felt her panties growing wetter and wetter as he continued his onslaught. Her pussy was so swollen and throbbing she felt as if she could burst into a thousand pieces. She felt him pushing down her panties, and she tried to help but fumbled so much that in the end he drew her hands away and did it himself.

Ronon pulled Amirah onto the bed and rolled over to crouch next to her. He looked at her, taking in her neatly manicured bush that allowed him to see her swollen, pouting pussy, yet left no doubt that she was a full grown woman. He bent down and trailed moist kisses down her belly and allowed himself to inhale the fragrance of her sex. Very deliberately, he then spread her legs and allowed himself a taste of her most secret place.

Amirah felt Ronon run his tongue between the folds of her pussy and gently flick her clitoris. She could not stop herself from bucking wildly and moaning loudly as he hungrily devoured her, sucking and nipping and tonguing her vagina. It was the most erotic experience of her life, as he seemed to want to bath his entire face in her juices.

Ronon gripped Amirah’s bottom to draw her even closer, as his tongue delved even deeper, pushing her over the edge as wave after wave of orgasm rocketed through her.

As Amirah’s loud cries of pleasure subsided, Ronon once more gentled his actions, softly kissing her folds yet avoiding her clitoris which he seemed to know would be sensitized by his earlier ministrations. Incredibly, Amirah soon felt her passion begin to stir again as Ronon continued to gently kiss and lap at her pussy. It was as if he couldn’t get enough and would continue all night long.

Amirah hadn’t noticed before how raggedly he was breathing or how he made small sounds of pleasure whenever she ground her hips into his deftly thrusting tongue. She wanted him. She wanted him to replace his tongue with that incredible organ she had felt bulging at his crotch. She wanted him to dominate her and make her a whole woman again.

Pulling on his head and hair, Amirah finally, reluctantly, drew Ronon up and away from her pussy. His face was shiny and covered with her juices. She kissed him and he tasted of her. She inhaled and he smelled of her and his own special scent. She understood now that he belonged to her, and she to him. He had baptized himself in her juices, anointing himself in her sex, they were bound.

“Ronon, I want you deep inside me, please I’m ready, make me completely yours!”

Ronon stared into Amirah’s passion filled eyes and saw his own need reflected there. He had planned to only pleasure her and then leave so she could have time to adjust. Now all he could think about was how much he wanted her long legs wrapped around his body. How much he wanted to find out if she felt as perfect around his penis as she had felt rubbing against his tongue.

**********

Rolling off, Ronon first removed his shirt and threw it aside, allowing his muscles to gently flex. Amirah was quietly watching and he wanted to impress her with his physique. Next he quickly pulled down his pants and underwear in one smooth movement. As Ronon straightened up, his prodigious manhood came into view giving Amirah a proud salute. He didn’t try to hide or cover up his desire. He simply stood proud allowing her to look her fill.

Faint scars of past battles crisscrossed his skin. A particularly wicked one marked his pelvic bone. His body was covered with fine dark brown hairs that blazed a perfect trail from his broad chest down his taut, flat stomach, to his fully erect penis. Amirah had avoided looking directly at that proud member before, but now she was entranced by it’s appearance. Not only was Ronon drop-dead gorgeous, but he was blessed with a perfectly proportioned body……. and penis.

It stood now, engorged with blood, it’s veins distended and pulsating. The pink helmeted head glistened with a bead of moisture, a true indication of his extreme arousal. Amirah wanted that organ in her mouth, she wanted to taste him and drive him wild with her tongue, the way he had driven her wild with his. She reached for him, already licking her lips in anticipation.

“No. Not this time, not now. If you touch me there I’ll surely explode.” Ronon said avoiding her seeking hands and instead pushing her once more into a supine position.

“Open your legs for me baby, let me come in.” He urged.

Amirah unashamedly lay back and spread her legs wide. She knew he’d be a tight fit, yet she could hardly wait for him to fill her completely.

Ronon climbed between Amirah’s legs and positioned the head of his penis between the folds of her vagina. He gripped her legs so she could not move, and then proceeded to slowly torture her by rotating his hips and moving up and down. Slip, slide, grind, he moved between her legs, causing her folds to open and close around the head of his shaft. He closed his eyes and threw back his head, luxuriating in the feel of her moist warmth.

Ronon tired to prolong the teasing but too soon it seemed that instead of slipping and sliding, he was probing and prodding, trying to get into her hot slippery well.

Amirah arched her back to more fully align the entrance of her vagina with Ronon’s probing. She couldn’t raise her hips since they were still imprisoned by his hands, but her strategy worked and soon he was pushing into her, stretching her to the limit and then some. The loud moans of pleasure, finally broke through the spell that surrounded Ronon as he stroked away, he suddenly remembered that he wanted this pleasure to last. It took all his will power to still his thrusting hips so that he could regain his wits.

Unexpectedly, Amirah felt Ronon stop moving, though he remained buried to the hilt in her sheath. The pressure of his throbbing organ was an exquisite pleasure that had Amirah moaning and groaning as she watched him fight for control.

“Ronon, Oh Ronon, don’t stop baby, please don’t stop!” Amirah whispered this entreaty while raining kisses on his neck and chest. Her hands moving restlessly up and down his sweat slickened back, as her tongue brushed across his damp chest and nipples.

Slowly, deliberately, Ronon eased out of Amirah, inch by agonizing inch, until only the tip of his organ touched her. Amirah’s moan of disappointment turned into a cry of pleasure as he suddenly buried himself once more, only to slowly ease away again. In and out, fast and slow, he teased and tantalized until with grunts of lust, he pounded away, lost to all but the waves of orgasm rocketing through him.

Amirah was like a woman possessed. She raised her hips to meet his powerful thrusts, digging her nails into his back as she was carried over the edge of passion. Orgasm after orgasm washed over her, and her cries of pleasure and satisfaction urged Ronon on to deliver the final powerful thrusts before they both collapsed, breathing raggedly.

Ronon rolled to his side pulling Amirah with him. He was loath to let her go just then and held her close to keep their bodies joined. Her fingers passed across his face, swiping at the beads of sweat gathered at his brow. Slowly Ronon opened his eyes and smiled sheepishly, hoping that her caress was an indication that all was well.

Amirah stared into Ronon’s green eyes and smiled back, almost shyly. She took in his full sensuous lips and remembered how she had ground herself against them in pleasure. Incredibly, she felt herself blushing and was suddenly glad that her already flushed body would hide her embarrassment at her rude thoughts and behaviour. She knew he was waiting for her to say something, and yet all she did was continue to stare into his eyes, searching his soul.

Neither knew exactly when they started to kiss, but somehow they were sharing the most tender, soul-searing kiss. Whereas before, their kisses were lusty and passionate, now they kissed almost shyly. It was more erotic to be kissed like that and Amirah felt completely exposed. Their kissing also seemed to affect Ronon, because all too soon, Amirah felt the increased pressure of his manhood, growing inside of her.

Slowly he started to swivel his hips to match the motions of his tongue, so Amirah felt like she was being pushed to the edge of insanity.

~How could he be ready again so soon?~ She thought.

Before long, he was fully erect and was filling and stretching her to the limit. Amirah knew she would be sore from the earlier pounding, and yet accepted this new onslaught from Ronon’s large throbbing organ. She couldn’t seem to stop herself from grinding into his thrusts and was soon moaning and groaning once more.

~Good grief!~ she thought

~Am I always going to be reduced to a yammering idiot by this man’s perfect body and lovemaking?~

It was her last thought before she found herself once more caught up in a series of orgasms. Her cries joined his as they both bucked wildly, and helplessly as crescendo after crescendo of sensual pleasure raced through their bodies.

**********

The scratchy sound of his Com-unit awoke Ronon from a deep languid sleep. It was still dark, and strangely, there was a breathing form draped half onto his chest. It took a moment to regain his bearings and recall the preceding hours. He smiled and touched Amirah’s hair and ran his hands down her back. The Com sounded again, and Sheppard’s voice came through:

“Ronon. Wake up! Answer your Com, damn it!!!”

Ronon was angry he had heeded the directive to always keep the Com on him or close by; he didn’t want to hear Sheppard right now. He reached over, intending to turn it off before Amirah was awakened by the sounds.

“Ronon? Ronon Dex, come in? We have a situation! Respond over!” was the persistent call.

Ronon picked up the Com and put it on, he knew that Sheppard would not persist if the situation were not indeed serious.

“Ronon Dex here, what’s up Sheppard?”

“We have two unidentified life-signs moving through the sublevels of the City! Report to the Command Center, we’re going to need those special tracking abilities of yours! Sheppard, out!”

Ronon felt a berserker rage rising up at the thought that the strange life-signs might be wraiths. The City had been threatened some months before when he was still a runner, and several wraith landing parties had invaded the City.

~Did they leave behind sleepers?~

Ronon wondered as he began to ease out from under Amirah’s sleeping form. It was well known that the wraith possess the ability and the technology to hibernate for a period of time until they could access new victims or feeding grounds. In fact, he was told that the Atlanteans had caused all Wraith to awaken and begin culling, when usually only a small percentage of them would have been awake.

Ronon donned his clothing and wrote a short note to Amirah promising to return soon. As he left the room, he palmed the automatic lock, so that the door would lock behind him. He headed to his room first to fetch his weapons. This was the first time, since joining Sheppard’s Team, he was without his special weapons. He had chosen to leave them in his room, since he did not want to un-nerve or frighten Amirah.

Ronon buckled on the special belt that allowed him to carry both his gun and his sword. He smiled grimly as he remembered Sheppard’s shock when he had first seen the sword. He had thought that Ronon’s skill and accuracy was solely with guns. Ronon had then reminded him that his rank of ‘Specialist’ referred to his deadly skill with any weapon, including his own body. Any wraith found in the City had better watch out!


**********

Striding purposefully into the Command Center, Ronon looked around at the assembled team (his team). Colonel Sheppard looked fierce and Ronon once more felt their special connection of mutual respect and shared purpose. They exchanged a look that spelled trouble for any wraith caught alive in the City. Teyla projecting calm, nodded slightly to him, while McKay began what was certainly not the first round of complaints he had made thus far. Dr Weir stood close by along with Major Lorne and his team.

“We’ve been tracking what appears to be a humanoid life-sign in the sub-levels of an unexplored section of the City.” Dr Weir said as she began the briefing.

“Colonel Sheppard, you and your team will coordinate with Major Lorne and his.” Having said this, she sat down and indicated that Dr McKay should continue the briefing.

“The intruders are in the north-eastern quadrant, sub-level 5, moving in a westerly direction. We’re not sure what is in that part of the City, but schematics show a series of work spaces and spare parts storage chambers. These were probably production sites that the Ancients used to manufacture essentials. What are the intruders looking for? We’re not sure, since we don’t know what was actually manufactured in those sub-level plants.” Dr McKay finished, and resumed his seat.

“Colonel Sheppard, what’s your strategy?” Dr Weir asked expectantly.

“Both teams would approach the intruders in a grid pattern, closing in from all sides before springing the trap. The objective is capture.” Sheppard stressed this last word, and glanced pointedly at Ronon, who returned an innocent ‘we’ll see what happens’ look.

“Once our quarry has been successfully subdued, we’ll interrogate to find out what’s so special about sub-level 5. Okay teams, you have your orders, let’s move out!” With that the briefing was over and the teams headed for the turbo lifts.

**********

Ronon was having a hard time containing his rage. The dried out corpse they had found earlier confirmed their fears that somehow Wraith wondered the City sub-levels. Sheppard kept glancing at him out of the corner of his eyes, knowing that his tracking abilities were better than the hand held sensors at pinpointing the exact location of their quarry. Even before they had found the desiccated technician, Ronon had known their quarry were Wraith¬¬. He smelled them. The scent of death and decay clung to them like mold.

He had set his gun to ‘stun’ to appease Sheppard, but at a moment’s notice, he knew he’d be able to switch to ‘kill’. As his keen senses led him further and further into the labyrinth of chambers, he slowly convinced himself to try to capture the Wraith like the Atlanteans wanted. Amirah was of these people, and if he wanted to keep her, he needed to learn how to restrain the urge to kill his enemies. Seven years of kill or be killed, made it difficult for him to stomach keeping an enemy alive; but even he could understand the need to know what the Wraith had been up to all these months. Once they had gotten all the information they could from the Wraith, then the need to keep them alive would be gone. He had promised to try to capture them alive, he had never promised to keep them alive.

The scent of Wraith grew unbearably strong, and Ronon signaled to the others to stop. The sensors indicated that the Wraith were someway ahead, but Ronon knew that at least one was in the next chamber.

“There’s at least one in the next chamber, what’s our strategy Sheppard?” He asked expectantly.

“We need to establish that there’s only one and approach from different directions. One team should engage it while the other flanks it and subdues it with a stunner.” Sheppard replied.

“Sounds good, I’ll take point!”

“Ronon stop!” Sheppard’s cry came too late.

Ronon had palmed the door open and dived in with gun blazing. He fired several shots as his body rolled to the protection of one of the assembly tables. The rest of the team, slower to react, used his brazen entry as the distraction they needed to surround the wraith as it returned fire to Ronon.

The first stunner hit the wraith from behind, but seemed to have no effect. Having recently fed on the Technician whose remains they had found, the wraith was able to shrug off the stunner. It served it’s purpose however as Ronon was able to get a clear shot with his special gun and it’s much more powerful stun ray. The dead-on shot, brought the wraith to it’s knees and two more in quick succession knocked it out.

As the teams closed on the supine form, two of the men were hit from behind by a wraith stunner. They had forgotten the other wraith, which had entered the room during the fracas. It was on them in a flash and was attempting to feed on one of the hit men. Suddenly, into the midst of the confusion, a large, sword-wielding figure, slashed high and then low. The wraith’s seeking hand went flying with the first slash and it was brought to it’s knees with the second. Ronon whirled around to deliver a killing blow, which somehow missed and passed through the air as the wraith crumpled to the ground. Confused, Ronon looked up to see Colonel Sheppard pointing one of the stunners at the fallen creature. Slowly…..ever so slowly……he allowed the berserker rage that gripped him to subside.

**********

“We probably owe the Wraith one for today’s discovery.”

It was two hours later and Dr McKay was filing his report.

“The Wraith had discovered a drone manufacturing plant, and our captives were secretly assembling some to be picked up a later date. The pair of them had been beamed down in a suspended animation state to avoid our scans. When things cooled down, they became active and had managed to assemble ten drones. When we discovered them they were actually looking for long range communication devices to contact a Hive Ship to get picked up. We were not only able to prevent that from happening, but we also now have the means to manufacture our own drones and rebuild the City’s defenses.” Mc Kay finished in an excited rush.

“This was a close call people,” Dr Weir remarked, “If the Wraith had succeeded, not only would our cover have been compromised, but we would have been at the mercy of our (the Atlanteans’) own weapons. We need to step up our exploration of the City. The sub-levels are also now off limits to all but the exploration teams. That’s all people, get some rest.” Was her closing remark as she strode from the Conference Room.

**********

Some hours before, in another part of the City, Amirah slowly, languidly awoke from a deep untroubled sleep. It had been years, two to be exact, since she had last slept so soundly. She was energized and ecstatically happy.

~I’m free~ she thought

~Truly free, for the first time since the attack~

Amirah thought about the night just passed, and the man she had spent it with.

~Amazing~ was the only description that seemed fitting.

She reached across to find him, only to touch a cold empty space. Confused, she was instantly awake and wondering if she had imagined it all.

~No. I didn’t. There is the indentation where he should have still been laying~

She sat up and looked around, and saw the note by the night stand. It was standard protocol for all members of the Atlantean contingent to be able to read at least basic Ancient. So she took up the note and read it aloud.

“Amirah, I am called away to an emergency situation. I am reluctant to leave you and yet I must. When the situation is resolved, I will return to you. We have much to discuss. Ronon”

Amirah sighed and put down the note. She wished it was more romantic, but somehow knew that Ronon would be more an ‘actions speak louder than words’ type. She remembered the night before and how he his actions had showed her how he felt over and over. The soreness between her legs was testimony to how strongly he felt, she thought smiling, as she jumped off the bed and headed for the shower. She needed to think about her own feelings and that meant going to her favorite thinking spot…..the view-port of sub-level 2.

**********
As Ronon emerged from the shower of the team Locker Room, and was about to towel off, the Alert sounded. Sheppard stuck his head around the enclosure and indicated that he needed to report to the briefing. It was vexing to be called out again so soon, especially since he had been anticipating finding Amirah and picking up where they had left off. Annoyed and yet curious, Ronon quickly donned his clothing and headed to the briefing room.

“We’ve picked up the life-sign of what is certain to be another wraith.” Dr Weir was speaking as he entered,

“It’s heading towards the turbo lifts which will give it access to the more populated parts of the City. We have to cut it off and capture it…..”

“Dr Weir! We have a problem!” Dr Zelenka burst in, clearly agitated.

“What is it Dr Zelenka?”

“We’ve continued our scans and are now picking up life-signs from three Atlantean personnel in the general vicinity of the wraith!”

“What!” Was the general exclamation from those gathered.

“Didn’t I restrict access to the sublevels? What are Atlantean personnel doing down there?” Dr Weir made herself heard above the general din.

“You did declare the areas off limits, but not all the turbo lifts were reconfigured as yet, so some people who like to go to the Look-Outs must have decided to go down there.”

“Who exactly are the personnel?”

“Science Tech Officers Raymond and Pierre, and.…..Dr Kenwah”

This last name was said more softly with a glance at Ronon. No one had missed his obvious interest in Dr Kenwah these past weeks, while he was trying to meet her.

At the sound of Amirah’s name, Ronon shot to his feet and ran out the door, drawing his gun as he ran. Colonel Sheppard was right on his heels, and as they entered the nearest turbo lift, the two shared a look of understanding. This wraith would not survive the encounter.

As Ronon ran down the corridor and entered the turbo lift, his thoughts were frantic and yet spiced with more than a little deadly determination. He was worried that Amirah would become a victim of the wraith and silently prayed that her presence would go undetected.

~Why was she down there?~

~Oh Gods, let me reach her first! Let her be safe!~

The lift came to a halt on sub-level 2, but because they had been on the eastern side of Atlantis, they were still quite some distance away from where Amirah’s life signature had indicated she was. They exited and once more took off at a flat out sprint. Ronon was suddenly grateful for all the years of ‘Running’ that he had been subjected to by the Wraith. Before long he approached the area where the wraith’s life-sign had been, and he reluctantly slowed, giving Sheppard time to catch up. His un-holstered gun was held close to his ear and was set to ‘kill’.

~This wraith was threatening Amirah, there’s no way it’s going to live!~

As they crept along, Ronon sensed both Amirah and the wraith close by. Without warning the sound of Amirah crying out split the silence. Ronon’s blood ran cold at the sound of surprise and fear that marred her normally cultured tones. All pretense of strategy was abandoned as Ronon ran forward the remaining distance and burst in on a scene that was chilling and yet elicited pride.

**********

Amirah had been deep in thought. She could not believe the vast changes that had occurred in her life in a single night. Just the day before she had been so certain that she would never be able to open up to an intimate relationship with a man, and yet she had. It was amazing, and he is amazing, was her private thought, accompanied by a secret smile.

~I never knew it was truly possible to find a man who is the total package~

~He was so sensitive, so honest and the sex! Amazing!~

~I feel as if I’ve been branded by him. There is absolutely no way I could realistically be with anyone else~

~I wonder if he feels the same way? Men are always saying women belong to them, but now that he’s had me, does he feels the same way?~

~He is the safety net I’ve been searching for, my haven. He completes me and complements me. I can’t believe I was so foolish as to keep running away from him all those weeks! All those wasted weeks!~

The emergence of the wraith from the shadows, and it’s hissing speech, jolted Amirah out of her reverie.

“Ssstay where you are human! If you cooperate I will let you live!”

Amirah could not comprehend how a wraith could be in the City, but at the sight of him she was up and running, back to the lifts. Screaming made no sense, since there was no one else down there. The wraith had been anticipating that action.

~Humans always ran away, like Palsat facing the fury of a hunting Gatur~ Was it’s disgusted thought.

As Amirah dodged to the right, it pounced on her in the same direction. It’s seeking hand, with the special feeding organ brushed against her arm and in fear she cried out, instinctively knowing that the special enzyme injected by the organ would immobilize her. Twisting her body to one side she avoided further contact with the offending limb. Her self defense skills came to the fore as she used the wraith’s forward momentum, along with a well placed kick to send it crashing to the floor. The kick was followed by two head jabs from the heel of her hands.

Amirah fully intended to use the opportunity afforded by the wraith’s prostrate position to run back to the lifts, but as she turned, it tripped her and caused her to skid forward into the unyielding wall. Amirah was dazed by the contact and fought to stay conscious, knowing that her life depended on her ability to continue to defend herself.

Suddenly she heard a loud explosion emitted from some sort of energy weapon. Thinking the wraith had fired at her and missed, she turned towards where it lay, only to see that it had been hit on the arm and was now writhing on the floor in agony, it’s severed arm lay next to it. As she turned towards the direction of the turbo lifts, Ronon came hurtling into view, dropping his gun and drawing his sword as he ran towards them. With an enormous leap he cleared the distance between them and with one mighty swing of his sword, he instantly beheaded the creature, causing it’s bluish icor-like blood to spray upwards and outwards.

Amirah watch incredulously as Ronon hacked again at the still twitching body and kick the offending limb away in disgust. She had never seen this side of Ronon, the ruthless warrior side. Even when they had first met in the gym, and he had jumped into the fight with the holograms, he had been almost clinically in the efficient way he had dispatched those adversaries. Not today though. Today his hatred of the Wraith was palpable and having heard his story, Amirah mentally cheered him on.

Sheppard came running into the area and upon seeing Ronon standing over the dead wraith, radioed for a security detail. He walked over to where Amirah was trying to get up and bent to help her, only to be barred by Ronon’s arm.

“She’s my responsibility.” Was all he offered by way of an explanation as he turned towards her and pulled her to her feet.

Amirah grasped his offered hand and as he drew her up she flung herself into his arms, burying her face into his chest and reaching her arms around his waist to hold him tight. As she luxuriated in the feelings of safety and love she was experiencing, she suddenly realized he was not hugging her back, and was in fact gently pushing her away.

“What….what is it?” She asked confusedly, looking up and trying to make eye contact with him.

“Are you hurt?” Ronon asked, ignoring her question and avoiding her searching eyes. He focused instead on a point just above her head.

“Yes. But only by your coldness.” Was her murmured reply as she stepped away from him and proudly walked towards the approaching security detail and a concerned looking Dr Carson Beckett.


“What the hell are you doing? You’re blowing it, you big Lummox!” Sheppard whispered exasperatedly. He was as puzzled as Amirah by Ronon’s behavior.

~Why did he practically break his neck getting down here if he didn’t truly care about her?~

“Please Sheppard, leave it alone. You wouldn’t understand.” Came the softly spoken reply as Ronon turned to walk away.

Sheppard grabbed his arm and swung him around so they once more faced each other.

“Why don’t you run it by me all the same. I occasionally have moments of brilliance when even the most bizarre behavior and reasoning, makes sense.” Was Sheppard’s glib remark.

Ronon looked over to where Dr Beckett had been examining Amirah and watched as he led her away, probably with the intention of giving her a complete check-up. As she entered the turbo lift and it’s doors slid closed, Ronon allowed his shoulders to slump dejectedly.

“I have failed her. I promised to always keep her safe and I haven’t.” Was his quiet answer, by way of explanation.

“Ronon, she’s fine, you killed the wraith, and she was obviously happy to see you. I thought you wanted her?”

“I do want her! But tell me, what woman would truly want to be with a man who can’t protect her or be there when she needs him?”

“Listen big guy, you were there when she needed you. Don’t push her away. Take it from me, it’s rare to find such an exceptional woman.”

**********

Amirah dejectedly submitted to Dr Beckett’s ministrations and gratefully left the Med Center when he pronounced her unhurt.

Back at her room, she drew a bath and attempted to soak away all memory of Ronon Dex.

It was impossible, her thoughts kept straying back to him. She kept seeing his face, and it’s dejected expression. Suddenly she shot upright, an impossible explanation of his behavior having occurred to her.

~Could it be that he felt that he had let her down?~

Amirah remembered reading a psychology book during her college years, that had dealt with different personality types. If she recalled correctly, Ronon’s highly protective, macho man type was more susceptible to feelings of failure if they could not deliver on their promises. She thought back now to how he had refused to meet her eyes, as if he was somehow personally responsible for the wraith’s attack.

~How could he be such an idiot! No one could have anticipated the presence of a wraith in the City, far less that she would encounter one in a part of the City that she had frequented for the past several months since her arrival in Atlantis.~

Galvanizing into action, Amirah jumped out of the bath tub and went in search of clothing. Her one thought was that maybe there was still hope for their relationship.

**********

As Amirah strode towards Ronon’s room, her pace slowed until she actually came to a halt a few steps away from Ronon’s door. Suddenly all the doubts and hurt she had suppressed came to the fore.

~Supposing I’m wrong? Supposing, he simply doesn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore? After all, where is the challenge? He’s had me. Everyone knows sexy guys like him don’t commit to one girlfriend, they play the field. For goodness sakes! There’re a lot of women here in Atlantis (and on Earth), who would give an arm and a leg to spend just one night with him.~

Amirah felt a wrenching pain in her heart at the thought of Ronon making love to another woman.

Suddenly, as she stood there contemplating the door, she felt a firm push from behind, propelling her towards it.

“Go! Don’t think about it, just do it!” Was Teyla’s advice as she continued on her way to her own room.

Feeling a little more settled, Amirah closed the distance to the door and pressed the buzzer before she chickened out again.

**********

Ronon stood naked in the shower letting the stinging spray wash over him. He had been in there for the past hour, somehow hoping that the water would wash away his intense longing for Amirah. In the previous weeks, when she had been avoiding him, he had still remained hopeful that eventually he’d wear her down. Now however, he knew that his failure to keep his promise had ended their budding relationship.

~It’s impossible! I have to leave Atlantis! I can’t stay here and not have her!~

Thought was followed by action as Ronon turned off the jets, and upon stepping out of the shower stall, grabbed a towel which he draped around his hips. Droplets of water continued to drip from his long shaggy locks, but he ignored them as they traced a snaking path down his back and chest. He drew out his bag and started to pack his few belongings and wrap his weapons for traveling.

He was reaching for his sword when the buzzer sounded. Annoyed, he called out the signal for the automatic door to open, while he continued to stow away his belongings.


“You can’t be leaving!” Were the first words that burst forth from Amirah upon seeing his actions.

Ronon spun around at the sound of her voice, to see that his visitor was the object of his turbulent thoughts.

“Amirah! What are you doing here?” Ronon asked, with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Why are you packing your bag?” Amirah countered, ignoring his question.

Ronon regarded her intently for what seemed like forever, before he finally turned back to his packing and answered evasively.

“I’ve decided to move on. I’ve realized that the Atlantis way of doing things is not my way. I’ve been on the move for so long, doing what I want when I want, that I feel stifled by all the rules.”

“So you suddenly decided that you needed to be ‘free’? When were you going to tell me about your decision, or were you simply planning to disappear?”

Amirah waited for Ronon to respond to her words, but he simply continued to pack his bag, refusing to meet her eyes.

“Would you please stop that!” Amirah found herself shouting at him and grabbing his arm to prevent him from putting the last piece of clothing into his bag.

“Why are you behaving this way? It’s as if we didn’t pledge ourselves to each other just last night. What happened to change your mind?” This last statement was an impassioned plea. Amirah felt as if her heart was being shredded by his apparent indifference.

After waiting for Ronon to respond in some way to her pleas, Amirah realized that he had cocooned himself and had no intention of letting her in. She felt betrayed.

“I see that my first impression of you was correct. You’re just like all the rest of men I’ve known, and much worse than that animal who attacked me. At least he was man enough to eventually admit to just wanting to fuck me.” Having delivered that parting comment, she turned towards the door and started to walk away with her head held high.

Amirah hoped to get out before the tears of hurt and disappointment came flowing down, however, as she reached for the door knob, a large calloused hand slammed into it just above her head. Another hand spun her around and held her captive as she suddenly found her lips covered by Ronon’s and her mouth being probed by his tongue.

Amirah tried to push him away, but he captured her free hand in his other hand and used his body weight to jam her against the door, while still expertly kissing her. It was not long before Amirah was kissing him right back and instead of trying to get away, she was struggling to free her hands so that she could hold onto him.

Just as quickly as Ronon had started to kiss Amirah, he stopped. Using his grip on her arm, he dragged her back towards the bed, where he pushed her into a seating position and crouched in front of her. He remained staring up at her for several minutes as they both struggled to regain control of their bodies. It was obvious that he was ready to talk, but didn’t know how to start. Finally, when their breathing had stabilized, he began haltingly.

“Amirah, forgive me, I’ve been acting like such a fool. I can’t believe I almost forced the most important person in my life to walk away. I don’t know how to explain my behavior, I don’t know if I can explain it to someone who is not a Satedan.” Ronon paused, seeming to need to gather his thoughts.

Amirah continued to wait for his explanation. She radiated as much encouragement as possible, hoping to make it easier for him. Finally he began again……

“On Sateda, a man keeps his promises, especially to his family and loved ones. I had promised that no harm would befall you, and yet just mere hours later, you were once more attacked. A Satedan woman would not stay with a man who had failed her so badly.”

“Ronon……you didn’t fail me. If anything, you saved me. You were right where you needed to be, exactly when I needed you to be there. Why do you think I didn’t scream like a mad woman? I knew you were coming, and all I had to do was keep my head on until you got there. I’ve never felt safer than I do when I’m with you.”

Ronon quietly considered her words, wanting to believe that she truly had not lost faith in him.

Amirah realized that she needed to work a little harder to convince Ronon that she was not disappointed in him. Failing that, she needed to make him admit to wanting to be with her more than he wanted to run away. Her solution was to throw out a challenge that she knew he could not leave unanswered.

“Listen Ronon, if you can’t accept that I feel the same way about you as I did last night, then I’ll have no choice but to let you leave Atlantis, and move on with my own life. I must thank you for helping me to get over my fear of men. I think if you’re not going to be around to keep me satisfied, I’m going to have to find a new man. I honestly didn’t realize how much I had been missing sex.”

Ronon listened to what Amirah was saying and yet heard nothing other than her saying that she was going to find another man to have sex with. The conjured image of another man caressing her and enjoying her body was all that was needed to galvanize him into action. As she finished her statement and arose from the bed, he jumped up and roughly pushed her back down onto the bed.

“No!” was all that he said, as he stood over her with his chest rising and falling in an accelerated breathing pattern.

“I don’t believe you can stop me. After all…….your leaving.” Was Amirah’s calm semi-amused reply, as she silently congratulated herself on finding his breaking-point.

Too late, Ronon realized that he had been maneuvered into a corner. His choices were simple: either leave as would be expected of a Setitan man who had failed his mate, knowing that Amirah would find another man; or stay, accept that he had not disappointed Amirah, and continue to enjoy what was certain to be a pleasurable existence. In Ronon’s mind there was absolutely no choice to be made.

Amirah watched as several emotions played across Ronon’s face as he grappled with the choices presented to him. She was not surprised to see the rakish grin that eventually split his face as he made what was certain to be a very mutually enjoyable choice. As she watched him grin, she decided to seal the deal by reaching out her hand to loosen the towel he had wrapped around his waist.

“Ooops!.....I can’t believe how clumsy I am.”

Amirah’s explanation was comical, and they both burst out laughing as Ronon now stood proudly devoid of all covering. He had made no attempt to catch the towel as it fell to the floor, and showed no embarrassment at the prominent erection that was developing as Amirah continued to stare at the object of her desire.

“You’ve had your fun at my expense. I think it’s my turn now.” With that, Ronon bent over and started to remove Amirah’s clothing piece by piece until she was also naked.

Ronon knelt between Amirah’s legs and drank in her beauty, once more amazed at his good fortune to find such an alluring woman. As always, he was drawn to her breasts which seemed to beckon him to suckle them. Grasping both breasts in his large hands he wetly kissed one then the next, running his tongue in a circular pattern around the nipples which immediately became erect.

Amirah was thankful that she was seated on the bed, since her legs soon turned to rubber as Ronon continued to nibble and suck on her breasts, alternating between them. She grasped his head and drew him closer so that she could run her hands across his broad shoulders and through the fine tendrils of hair that curled wetly at the base of his skull.

Ronon left off his sucking and licking actions but continued to rain tender kisses across Amirah’s breasts and down her belly, pushing her backwards into a reclining position as his lips moved downwards. His anticipated intimate kiss still sent shockwaves through Amirah’s body, causing her to spasm as his hot tongue delved between the swollen lips of her vagina. She could not stop the groans that he elicited as he expertly licked her folds and sucked on her clit. His tongue continually plunged into the juices that ran freely as he drank in her nectar. Her orgasm was quick and hard and shocked her with the force with which she was pushed over the edge. She grabbed his head and bucked wildly against his moist tongue until finally the shockwaves subsided.

Ronon raised his head and smiled smugly at Amirah’s euphoric expression. He waited until she looked up at him, and then delivered his comeback to her earlier statements.

“I don’t think you’re going to find another man to rock your world quite the same way.”

“I think you’re right about that, but don’t pat yourself on the back just yet. I’ve got skills too!” With that statement, Amirah rolled off the bed and pushed Ronon into a reclining position.

Amirah smiled as she saw the tantalizing way Ronon’s penis presented itself due to his horizontal position. She had only been allowed to see his pride last night, but today she intended to touch and taste him. Thought followed action as she reached out and grasped his penis and ran her hands up and down the ramrod straight organ. It pulsed in her hands and she heard him draw in a sharp breath as her fingers lightly brushed the engorge head. Taking that as her cue, she lowered herself so that she could licked and suck on the helmeted head. She ran her tongue along the enlarged veins that ran along the sides, and opening her mouth wide, tried to take in as much of him as possible. He was large and thick, and Amirah was amazed that she wanted to have him inside of her again.

As she continued to pleasure Ronon with her mouth, Amirah found herself getting turned on and her vagina getting wetter and wetter in anticipation. His groans of pleasure were drowning out her heavy breathing, but somehow he managed to hold back and was soon pulling her away from his throbbing organ, onto the bed.

Ronon turned Amirah unto her belly and used his knees to separate hers. He lifted her buttocks off the bed so that she was crouching on all fours. He felt her try to move away in protest as she seemed to think his intention was to have intercourse with her in an unseemly way.

“Please Amirah, you should trust me not to harm you.”

Amirah was not fully convinced that his definition of ‘harm’ and hers was one and the same, since many men found anal sex pleasurable. She decided however, to wait to see what he intended.

Ronon felt Amirah’s acquiescence to whatever he intended, and smiled since he knew that his intention was not anal sex.

Running his hands over her butt, he gently parted the cheeks and positioned his penis at the entrance of her vagina. Ronon pulled Amirah back onto his throbbing organ and after a few short strokes, was soon able to penetrate her. He reached around their bodies to her clit which he proceeded to massage to the rhythm of his thrusts. He ran his other hand up and down her body cupping her breasts and flicking the erect nipples. All the while his rampant cock was pounding into her as she ground back onto it, to a primitive beat that only they could hear.

Amirah was coming…..Hard…..She had never felt more exposed, more open than she did at that moment, in that position. It was the most erotic sexual position she had ever experienced. She felt helpless, since there was no way to realistically control the level of penetration she allowed Ronon. She was totally at his mercy, and she was loving every minute of it. As Ronon reached around and started to massage her clit she felt herself being pushed over the edge until, finally, her whole body shook violently as orgasmic spasms rocked through her and her screams of ecstasy rang out.

Ronon was crying out in some foreign language or calling out to his Gods. Out of the edge of her consciousness Amirah realized that he was also having an orgasm. His whole body shook and he flung back his mane of unruly hair as his usual restraint was lost to the pleasurable feelings he was experiencing.

As they lay with their bodies entwined, waiting for their breathing returned to normal, Amirah reflected on the past weeks leading up to this point. It was hard to believe that she had found the prefect man, millions of light years away from Earth, in another Galaxy. She thanked her God that she had chosen to come to the Pegasus Galaxy and to give Ronon a chance. Now she could anticipate an exciting life, with Ronon Dex to spice it up and keep her satisfied.


Fin.