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A Demonstration of Effectiveness
Title: A DEMONSTRATION OF EFFECTIVENESS
Author: Lacenire
Date: 12/19/05
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17/ MA
Characters: Ronon/ Dena (OC)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2673
Disclaimers:
I do not own Ronon or any characters from Stargate Atlantis, he simply inspires me like no other. I do not make money from my stories so please do not sue me.
Summary: Ronon is in the Infirmary overnight, all alone with a nurse.
Ronon strode purposefully down the dimly lit corridor, passing several persons along the way. A few of them called out to him, mainly Marines who he had been training in the Satedan way of fighting. He nodded in acknowledgement of their calls but did not stop to chat.
He was more than a little annoyed at Dr Weir and Dr Beckett. After the de-brief session on their last mission, she had insisted that he visit the infirmary to have his shoulder looked at. He had hurt himself diving out of the way of a shot from a Wraith stunner, and after two days the shoulder was still a bit sore. Dr Beckett had noticed him massaging the shoulder a little while ago, and had asked Dr Weir to order him to the Infirmary to get a muscle relaxant.
He came to a stop at the Infirmary and entered the room. The night receptionist was standing and seemed to be putting several things into her bag in preparation for the change of shift. She looked up expectantly when he entered and ceased her activity, waiting for him to say what his problem was.
“I’ve come to see the night nurse, Dr Beckett sent me to get a muscle relaxant.”
“Just wait here for a moment, let me see if she will see you now.”
As the receptionist went in the back of the facility, Ronon looked around. It was only the second time he had been there in the night. Every time the team went on a mission, they were required to get checked by the Doctors upon their return. Ronon didn’t mind that as much as this special trip he was being forced to take.
“…so take care of yourself, I hope Dave appreciates the gift.”
Ronon turned to see the Receptionist and another woman speaking as they entered the room. The Receptionist paused only long enough to pick up her bags and with a nod and smile to him, she left.
“So, you said Dr Beckett sent you?” The second woman had addressed him.
“He said I should give this to the Nurse on duty, is that you?”
The woman stepped back at the sound of his deep voice, but quickly recovered herself and nodded as she took the proffered note with Dr Beckett’s bold handwriting on it.
“I’m Nurse Dena Ross, if you would follow me, I’ll do sonogram Dr Beckett requested.”
“Sonogram…you’re only supposed to give me a relaxant.”
“Well that might be what Dr Beckett told you to get you to come here, but his note said ‘Do a Sonogram first to confirm that there is no muscle damage’. So please follow me.”
With a no-nonsense attitude the Nurse led the way into one of the adjoining rooms and indicated that Ronon should have a seat.
As he was about to reluctantly submit, a series of high pitched alarms went off and a mechanical voice came over the PA system:
“ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL, THE LOCKDOWN PROTOCOL HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. PLEASE DO NOT BE ALARMED. REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE UNTIL CHECKS HAVE BEEN MADE. ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL…”
As the voice droned on and on, Ronon rushed to the front of the facility, only to see heavy metal blast doors sliding into place. He was effectively sealed in.
“Sheppard, come in. What’s going on!” Ronon touched the Com unit at his ear, trying to contact Colonel Sheppard.
“Sheppard, here. Listen Ronon, I know what your calling about and believe me I’m as concerned as you. It turns out Rodney and Zelenka accidentally activated some default protocol and have locked the place down. They’re trying to reprogram the system right now, but we all have to sit tight until it’s done.”
“What do you mean sit tight…Shit!”
Ronon’s frustrated outburst fell on deaf ears since Sheppard was no longer connected. He turned around to see the Nurse looking at him with a bemused expression that made him even angrier. Kicking the Receptionist’s chair out of the way, he stalked back into the examination room and sat on the bed as he was about to do before the Lockdown.
“Please remove your shirt. I need to place the instrument directly on the affected area.”
As the Nurse bustled around getting things ready, Ronon reluctantly removed his shirt and sat waiting. He rotated the shoulder and flexed the sore arm to loosen it. Realizing that the Nurse was taking her time in getting started he turned towards her to vent some of his frustration, only to see her staring at his broad chest. Forgetting his anger, Ronon grinned and flexed some more. He was used to that reaction by women.
Snapping out of her reverie, the Nurse approached with the instrument and placed it on his shoulder. She refused to make eye contact with Ronon despite the fact that he was now intrigued by her. She was of medium height and build, with short wavy dark brown hair. As she continued to move the Sonogram over the muscle, her fingers trailed lightly over the area. Tempted, Ronon shifted slightly so that her fingers made even greater contact, seeming to caress the area. A bright red flush covered her face by the time she was finished since Ronon kept shifting his position to cause her to touch him as she manipulated the instrument.
“Your muscle’s fine, just a little sore as you said.” The relief in her voice at the completion of the examination was quite evident.
“Thank you Nurse Ross. So… what are we going to do to amuse ourselves, since we seem to be stuck here together for the next few hours?” Ronon jumped off the examination table and started to prowl around the room.
“Well you can start by putting your shirt back on.”
Something in the tone of her voice made Ronon leave off opening cupboard doors and look over at her. She spun away guiltily and made a great show of putting away the Sonogram machine. Ronon grinned.
“It’s a bit hot in here. I think I’ll leave it off a while longer. After all it’s not like there’s anyone here to be offended. I’m sure you see half naked men all the time.”
~True, but none of them look half as delectable as you, it’s going to be a long night.~ Dena thought to herself.
“Why don’t you tell me about yourself, what is it you specialize in?” Dena had chosen to ignore his prior statement and tried to turn the conversation to a safer topic.
“Specialize? Oh you mean my rank of ‘Specialist’. It’s a military designation and indicates my capabilities.” Ronon said, trying to keep her talking.
“So what are your capabilities?”
Ronon took a while to answer, deciding on the least provocative way to respond to her question. He was enjoying teasing Dena but didn’t want to go so far that she clammed up on him.
“Many of your people seem to think ‘Specialist’ refers to weapons skill, but it actually refers to the way I can use my body.”
The tray of instruments in Dena’s hands suddenly slipped from nerveless fingers to clatter to the floor. Embarrassed, she bent to pick them up and stow them away. Ronon had paused at the clattering sound, but resumed speaking as he looked on at her jerky movements, slowly walking towards her turned back.
“I’m trained to make maximum use of my body in both armed and unarmed combat. In fact I train more regularly in unarmed combat because a man could always be disarmed. It’s more important to be able to use your own body…effectively.” He now stood directly behind her as he finished his statement.
Dena froze. Somehow, when she was fumbling with the instruments, Ronon had walked over to her and now stood directly behind her. There was no doubt in her mind what he meant when he said he could use his body ‘effectively’. The heat that radiated off his skin as he stood behind her was disturbing. She felt herself flushing even more and her breathing quickened in anticipation of his next move.
This was not a situation that Dena expected when she signed in for tonight’s duty. She thought it would be just like any other boring graveyard shift, with only the occasional headache to treat. Who would have thought she would be locked in the Infirmary with the sexiest man in Atlantis? It didn’t help that she had been secretly drooling over him since his arrival in Atlantis. She had always found rugged men attractive, and while the other single females had been deciding Ronon was just too rough, she had been caught, hook, line and sinker. Now here he was about to make a major pass at her.
Dena gently closed the door to the instrument cupboard and turned around slowly, trying not to brush against the large warm body that was so close to hers.
“So Nurse Ross, would you like a personal demonstration of how a Specialist uses his body ‘effectively’?” Ronon’s deep voice and the softly delivered question, sent shivers up and down her spine, and helped her decide her next move.
“Why don’t you call me Dena…and yes, I think a personal demonstration of your skill might be just what the doctor ordered.”
Dena stared up into Ronon’s eyes, and for the first time he was able to see that her eyes were a warm caramel color. Bending down he brushed his lips gently against hers, his eyes held a question that needed to be answered before he went any further.
Closing her eyes and reaching up to pull Ronon closer, Dena answered his question by pressing her lips firmly to his and deepening the kiss. It was all the confirmation he needed as he crushed her willing body to his chest and impressed his desire on her. Large hands grasped her buttocks and lifted her against his body so that she could feel his firm maleness as it throbbed against her belly. Wrapping her arms more firmly around his neck, Dena reveled in the intimate contact.
“Don’t let go.” Ronon said as he reached down to lift Dena, and walked over to one of the lounge chairs where he sat with her in his arms.
Making short work of the button-down front of the top of her uniform, Ronon quickly removed the garment to reveal Dena’s bra-covered breasts. His mouth went dry at the sight of her full breasts which were well concealed by her uniform top. He had expected her to have slight breasts to match her medium to slight build, but instead she presented him with a feast. Ronon had always loved busty women, he felt a woman’s breasts should fill a man’s hands. He had large hands that needed a lot of filling.
~Dena’s breasts should just about do the trick.~ He thought grinning as he removed her bra and caressed the first, gently squeezing the soft, smooth flesh.
Replacing his hands with his mouth, Ronon gently licked and sucked Dena’s tightly puckered nipples. She gasped at the moist contact of his lips and tongue, and groaned when he nipped lightly at her sensitive flesh. Using his other hand, Ronon loosened the ties of the pants she wore. He pushed the garment lower to expose her firm, flat stomach and lacey panties. It was an easy task to completely remove the pants and the panties, to fully expose Dena to his hungry appraisal.
Dena was usually quite shy, but Ronon obvious approval of her looks emboldened her. She lay in his arms allowing him to look his fill, and even parted her legs slightly so that he could see it all. The hard, throbbing pressure from below her hip was a clear indication that he liked what he saw. Encouraged, Dena ground her hip into his lap, and smiled at his pained expression.
“You think that’s funny? I think I want to have some fun to.” Ronon said as he reached to run his hands between the dark curly hairs that clustered between her legs.
Dena’s gasp became a moan as Ronon slid his fingers between her moist folds and pressed the palm of his hand against her swollen, throbbing flesh. Dena covered her face in embarrassed desire as she saw him put the now wet fingers to his mouth and suck her juices off in appreciation. It was a very erotic experience and it turned her on even more as he continued to stare her down while licking his fingers.
Ronon replaced his fingers and once more slid them against Dena’s soft, moist flesh. He experimentally pushed one finger into her moist heat and groaned at her tightness. She was grinding against his hand, whispering to him not to stop. Ronon felt like he would explode, his pants had gotten so tight, and Dena felt so good.
~I wish I could replace my hand with my tongue, she tasted so good. Shit, forget about my tongue, I want to be deep inside her, right now!~
Galvanized into action, Ronon quickly lifted Dena off his lap so he could get up. She protested until she realized he was removing the rest of his own clothing. Sitting up slightly she stared appreciatively at his bare body.
~He’s built like someone who uses their body ‘effectively’.~ She thought, amused.
Ronon knew he looked good. When he saw Dena staring longingly at him, he lingered over the removal of his underwear, prolonging the suspense. It was almost a wasted effort, since he was all but spilling out of the under garment, so strong was his desire. Giving up, he quickly removed the garment and stood displaying a proud salute. Dena’s slightly parted legs were all the invitation he needed to climb between them as he joined her on the lounge chair.
Lifting Dena’s hips slightly to compensate for their height difference, Ronon entered her willing body in one smooth thrust of his hips. Moving back he thrust once more, burying himself in her moistness. Supporting her with one hand, he ran his free hand up her body to grasp one of her breasts as he continued to move between her legs in a soul searing rhythm that had her moaning in ecstasy as she met each thrust with one of her own.
The spasms radiating from Dena’s moist heat was all the indication Ronon needed that she was climaxing. He felt himself slipping also, but resolutely held himself back from the edge as he watched the emotions pass over Dena’s face. She moaned and trembled restlessly as the ecstasy of the moment washed over her. Ronon gentled his movement, then stopped and withdrew from her body.
Taking Dena’s now limp body into his hands, he carried her over to the examination table where he placed her face up. She looked at him in puzzlement until he stepped between her legs and pulled her unto his still erect organ. Her gasp of surprise soon turned to a groan as he expertly used his throbbing maleness to once more stoke the fires of her desire. Ronon drew Dena’s feet onto his chest, and pressed her knees back towards her shoulders, increasing the contact and penetration of her body. It was not long before their cries of pleasure rang out as they both climaxed.
As they lay recovering from their exertions on the lounge chair where Ronon had returned with Dena, she suddenly grinned, then laughed at his puzzled expression.
“What?” Ronon asked curiously.
“From the time I saw you I knew you’d be great in bed. I just never knew you’d be a ‘Specialist’, and oh so ‘effective’.”
Their combined laughter rang out then to echo around the now dimly lit Infirmary.
“Are you ready for another demonstration of ‘effectiveness’, after all, it seems that we’ll be stuck here all night.”
“I’m game.” Dena said reaching for the object of her desire, which rewarded her obvious interest by growing to a more interesting and ‘effective’ size.
Fin.
Author: Lacenire
Date: 12/19/05
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17/ MA
Characters: Ronon/ Dena (OC)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2673
Disclaimers:
I do not own Ronon or any characters from Stargate Atlantis, he simply inspires me like no other. I do not make money from my stories so please do not sue me.
Summary: Ronon is in the Infirmary overnight, all alone with a nurse.
Ronon strode purposefully down the dimly lit corridor, passing several persons along the way. A few of them called out to him, mainly Marines who he had been training in the Satedan way of fighting. He nodded in acknowledgement of their calls but did not stop to chat.
He was more than a little annoyed at Dr Weir and Dr Beckett. After the de-brief session on their last mission, she had insisted that he visit the infirmary to have his shoulder looked at. He had hurt himself diving out of the way of a shot from a Wraith stunner, and after two days the shoulder was still a bit sore. Dr Beckett had noticed him massaging the shoulder a little while ago, and had asked Dr Weir to order him to the Infirmary to get a muscle relaxant.
He came to a stop at the Infirmary and entered the room. The night receptionist was standing and seemed to be putting several things into her bag in preparation for the change of shift. She looked up expectantly when he entered and ceased her activity, waiting for him to say what his problem was.
“I’ve come to see the night nurse, Dr Beckett sent me to get a muscle relaxant.”
“Just wait here for a moment, let me see if she will see you now.”
As the receptionist went in the back of the facility, Ronon looked around. It was only the second time he had been there in the night. Every time the team went on a mission, they were required to get checked by the Doctors upon their return. Ronon didn’t mind that as much as this special trip he was being forced to take.
“…so take care of yourself, I hope Dave appreciates the gift.”
Ronon turned to see the Receptionist and another woman speaking as they entered the room. The Receptionist paused only long enough to pick up her bags and with a nod and smile to him, she left.
“So, you said Dr Beckett sent you?” The second woman had addressed him.
“He said I should give this to the Nurse on duty, is that you?”
The woman stepped back at the sound of his deep voice, but quickly recovered herself and nodded as she took the proffered note with Dr Beckett’s bold handwriting on it.
“I’m Nurse Dena Ross, if you would follow me, I’ll do sonogram Dr Beckett requested.”
“Sonogram…you’re only supposed to give me a relaxant.”
“Well that might be what Dr Beckett told you to get you to come here, but his note said ‘Do a Sonogram first to confirm that there is no muscle damage’. So please follow me.”
With a no-nonsense attitude the Nurse led the way into one of the adjoining rooms and indicated that Ronon should have a seat.
As he was about to reluctantly submit, a series of high pitched alarms went off and a mechanical voice came over the PA system:
“ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL, THE LOCKDOWN PROTOCOL HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. PLEASE DO NOT BE ALARMED. REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE UNTIL CHECKS HAVE BEEN MADE. ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL…”
As the voice droned on and on, Ronon rushed to the front of the facility, only to see heavy metal blast doors sliding into place. He was effectively sealed in.
“Sheppard, come in. What’s going on!” Ronon touched the Com unit at his ear, trying to contact Colonel Sheppard.
“Sheppard, here. Listen Ronon, I know what your calling about and believe me I’m as concerned as you. It turns out Rodney and Zelenka accidentally activated some default protocol and have locked the place down. They’re trying to reprogram the system right now, but we all have to sit tight until it’s done.”
“What do you mean sit tight…Shit!”
Ronon’s frustrated outburst fell on deaf ears since Sheppard was no longer connected. He turned around to see the Nurse looking at him with a bemused expression that made him even angrier. Kicking the Receptionist’s chair out of the way, he stalked back into the examination room and sat on the bed as he was about to do before the Lockdown.
“Please remove your shirt. I need to place the instrument directly on the affected area.”
As the Nurse bustled around getting things ready, Ronon reluctantly removed his shirt and sat waiting. He rotated the shoulder and flexed the sore arm to loosen it. Realizing that the Nurse was taking her time in getting started he turned towards her to vent some of his frustration, only to see her staring at his broad chest. Forgetting his anger, Ronon grinned and flexed some more. He was used to that reaction by women.
Snapping out of her reverie, the Nurse approached with the instrument and placed it on his shoulder. She refused to make eye contact with Ronon despite the fact that he was now intrigued by her. She was of medium height and build, with short wavy dark brown hair. As she continued to move the Sonogram over the muscle, her fingers trailed lightly over the area. Tempted, Ronon shifted slightly so that her fingers made even greater contact, seeming to caress the area. A bright red flush covered her face by the time she was finished since Ronon kept shifting his position to cause her to touch him as she manipulated the instrument.
“Your muscle’s fine, just a little sore as you said.” The relief in her voice at the completion of the examination was quite evident.
“Thank you Nurse Ross. So… what are we going to do to amuse ourselves, since we seem to be stuck here together for the next few hours?” Ronon jumped off the examination table and started to prowl around the room.
“Well you can start by putting your shirt back on.”
Something in the tone of her voice made Ronon leave off opening cupboard doors and look over at her. She spun away guiltily and made a great show of putting away the Sonogram machine. Ronon grinned.
“It’s a bit hot in here. I think I’ll leave it off a while longer. After all it’s not like there’s anyone here to be offended. I’m sure you see half naked men all the time.”
~True, but none of them look half as delectable as you, it’s going to be a long night.~ Dena thought to herself.
“Why don’t you tell me about yourself, what is it you specialize in?” Dena had chosen to ignore his prior statement and tried to turn the conversation to a safer topic.
“Specialize? Oh you mean my rank of ‘Specialist’. It’s a military designation and indicates my capabilities.” Ronon said, trying to keep her talking.
“So what are your capabilities?”
Ronon took a while to answer, deciding on the least provocative way to respond to her question. He was enjoying teasing Dena but didn’t want to go so far that she clammed up on him.
“Many of your people seem to think ‘Specialist’ refers to weapons skill, but it actually refers to the way I can use my body.”
The tray of instruments in Dena’s hands suddenly slipped from nerveless fingers to clatter to the floor. Embarrassed, she bent to pick them up and stow them away. Ronon had paused at the clattering sound, but resumed speaking as he looked on at her jerky movements, slowly walking towards her turned back.
“I’m trained to make maximum use of my body in both armed and unarmed combat. In fact I train more regularly in unarmed combat because a man could always be disarmed. It’s more important to be able to use your own body…effectively.” He now stood directly behind her as he finished his statement.
Dena froze. Somehow, when she was fumbling with the instruments, Ronon had walked over to her and now stood directly behind her. There was no doubt in her mind what he meant when he said he could use his body ‘effectively’. The heat that radiated off his skin as he stood behind her was disturbing. She felt herself flushing even more and her breathing quickened in anticipation of his next move.
This was not a situation that Dena expected when she signed in for tonight’s duty. She thought it would be just like any other boring graveyard shift, with only the occasional headache to treat. Who would have thought she would be locked in the Infirmary with the sexiest man in Atlantis? It didn’t help that she had been secretly drooling over him since his arrival in Atlantis. She had always found rugged men attractive, and while the other single females had been deciding Ronon was just too rough, she had been caught, hook, line and sinker. Now here he was about to make a major pass at her.
Dena gently closed the door to the instrument cupboard and turned around slowly, trying not to brush against the large warm body that was so close to hers.
“So Nurse Ross, would you like a personal demonstration of how a Specialist uses his body ‘effectively’?” Ronon’s deep voice and the softly delivered question, sent shivers up and down her spine, and helped her decide her next move.
“Why don’t you call me Dena…and yes, I think a personal demonstration of your skill might be just what the doctor ordered.”
Dena stared up into Ronon’s eyes, and for the first time he was able to see that her eyes were a warm caramel color. Bending down he brushed his lips gently against hers, his eyes held a question that needed to be answered before he went any further.
Closing her eyes and reaching up to pull Ronon closer, Dena answered his question by pressing her lips firmly to his and deepening the kiss. It was all the confirmation he needed as he crushed her willing body to his chest and impressed his desire on her. Large hands grasped her buttocks and lifted her against his body so that she could feel his firm maleness as it throbbed against her belly. Wrapping her arms more firmly around his neck, Dena reveled in the intimate contact.
“Don’t let go.” Ronon said as he reached down to lift Dena, and walked over to one of the lounge chairs where he sat with her in his arms.
Making short work of the button-down front of the top of her uniform, Ronon quickly removed the garment to reveal Dena’s bra-covered breasts. His mouth went dry at the sight of her full breasts which were well concealed by her uniform top. He had expected her to have slight breasts to match her medium to slight build, but instead she presented him with a feast. Ronon had always loved busty women, he felt a woman’s breasts should fill a man’s hands. He had large hands that needed a lot of filling.
~Dena’s breasts should just about do the trick.~ He thought grinning as he removed her bra and caressed the first, gently squeezing the soft, smooth flesh.
Replacing his hands with his mouth, Ronon gently licked and sucked Dena’s tightly puckered nipples. She gasped at the moist contact of his lips and tongue, and groaned when he nipped lightly at her sensitive flesh. Using his other hand, Ronon loosened the ties of the pants she wore. He pushed the garment lower to expose her firm, flat stomach and lacey panties. It was an easy task to completely remove the pants and the panties, to fully expose Dena to his hungry appraisal.
Dena was usually quite shy, but Ronon obvious approval of her looks emboldened her. She lay in his arms allowing him to look his fill, and even parted her legs slightly so that he could see it all. The hard, throbbing pressure from below her hip was a clear indication that he liked what he saw. Encouraged, Dena ground her hip into his lap, and smiled at his pained expression.
“You think that’s funny? I think I want to have some fun to.” Ronon said as he reached to run his hands between the dark curly hairs that clustered between her legs.
Dena’s gasp became a moan as Ronon slid his fingers between her moist folds and pressed the palm of his hand against her swollen, throbbing flesh. Dena covered her face in embarrassed desire as she saw him put the now wet fingers to his mouth and suck her juices off in appreciation. It was a very erotic experience and it turned her on even more as he continued to stare her down while licking his fingers.
Ronon replaced his fingers and once more slid them against Dena’s soft, moist flesh. He experimentally pushed one finger into her moist heat and groaned at her tightness. She was grinding against his hand, whispering to him not to stop. Ronon felt like he would explode, his pants had gotten so tight, and Dena felt so good.
~I wish I could replace my hand with my tongue, she tasted so good. Shit, forget about my tongue, I want to be deep inside her, right now!~
Galvanized into action, Ronon quickly lifted Dena off his lap so he could get up. She protested until she realized he was removing the rest of his own clothing. Sitting up slightly she stared appreciatively at his bare body.
~He’s built like someone who uses their body ‘effectively’.~ She thought, amused.
Ronon knew he looked good. When he saw Dena staring longingly at him, he lingered over the removal of his underwear, prolonging the suspense. It was almost a wasted effort, since he was all but spilling out of the under garment, so strong was his desire. Giving up, he quickly removed the garment and stood displaying a proud salute. Dena’s slightly parted legs were all the invitation he needed to climb between them as he joined her on the lounge chair.
Lifting Dena’s hips slightly to compensate for their height difference, Ronon entered her willing body in one smooth thrust of his hips. Moving back he thrust once more, burying himself in her moistness. Supporting her with one hand, he ran his free hand up her body to grasp one of her breasts as he continued to move between her legs in a soul searing rhythm that had her moaning in ecstasy as she met each thrust with one of her own.
The spasms radiating from Dena’s moist heat was all the indication Ronon needed that she was climaxing. He felt himself slipping also, but resolutely held himself back from the edge as he watched the emotions pass over Dena’s face. She moaned and trembled restlessly as the ecstasy of the moment washed over her. Ronon gentled his movement, then stopped and withdrew from her body.
Taking Dena’s now limp body into his hands, he carried her over to the examination table where he placed her face up. She looked at him in puzzlement until he stepped between her legs and pulled her unto his still erect organ. Her gasp of surprise soon turned to a groan as he expertly used his throbbing maleness to once more stoke the fires of her desire. Ronon drew Dena’s feet onto his chest, and pressed her knees back towards her shoulders, increasing the contact and penetration of her body. It was not long before their cries of pleasure rang out as they both climaxed.
As they lay recovering from their exertions on the lounge chair where Ronon had returned with Dena, she suddenly grinned, then laughed at his puzzled expression.
“What?” Ronon asked curiously.
“From the time I saw you I knew you’d be great in bed. I just never knew you’d be a ‘Specialist’, and oh so ‘effective’.”
Their combined laughter rang out then to echo around the now dimly lit Infirmary.
“Are you ready for another demonstration of ‘effectiveness’, after all, it seems that we’ll be stuck here all night.”
“I’m game.” Dena said reaching for the object of her desire, which rewarded her obvious interest by growing to a more interesting and ‘effective’ size.
Fin.