Playing Doctor

TITLE: Playing Doctor

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis

SHIP: Jennifer (Dr Keller) / Ronon

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season Four possibly

SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: SEASON 4 – Dr Keller and Ronon give in to a growing attraction.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Stargate Atlantis. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

“Ronon Dex… Again? Seriously?” Dr Jennifer Keller asked the tall, muscular Satedan as he settled onto her exam table, while she snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He shrugged and flashed her an impudent smile, which was only slightly marred by a wince as he took off his torn tank top. “You know you can come see me without getting, shot, stabbed, beaten or blown up you know?” She informed him as she examined the shallow gash and contusions just under his ribs and across his abdomen. If she were honest with herself, she didn’t mind examining Ronon as regularly as she did and she often did it more thoroughly that was strictly necessary. He had a truly sculptured, hard body, yet his skin was quite smooth where it wasn’t scarred. He was ruggedly handsome and definitely not hard on the eyes whether his shirt was on or off, although her fingers did occasionally itch to unravel his unruly braids.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he mused as she ran her hands across his skin. He liked Jennifer, she had soft hands, a light touch and her scent made the sanitary smell of the infirmary, which he hated, more bearable. He’d been a bit wary when she’d taken over from Beckett, but she was really good under pressure and he trusted her, plus she wasn’t above bending the rules when it was needed. Also, she was a fine figure of a woman, both and lithe and lush in the right proportions, kind of petite, but he liked that. She was very un-Satedan and even more so since she’d let her hair corn blonde hair grow out after coming to the Pegasus galaxy.

“It doesn’t look like you’re going to need stitches, this time.” She informed him as she cleaned the gash, sprayed some antiseptic on it and covered it with some light, waterproof dressing. “That’s going to be a little tender for a while. You also have two bruised ribs, so I want you to take it easy for the next week or so.” She instructed and as he drew breath to complain, as she knew he would, she poked his rib lightly and he sucked in his breath deeper with a wince. “Yes?” she enquired with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, Doc.” He capitulated, getting in a little dig, knowing how much she hated when he called her that. She rolled her eyes and he grinned. “Now get out of here. I have real sick people to attend to.” She told his lightly swatting his shoulder to which he rubbed as if she’d hurt him while amusement twinkled in his eyes as he slid off the examination table. “Oh… And, Ronon, at least try not to start bleeding again before tomorrow.” She tossed over her shoulder as she walked away, drawing a grumbling response from him.

Three days later she passed the gym and she saw him sparring with Teyla, bare-chested. He moved with a grace and speed the belied his big frame. Jennifer shook her head as she saw his dressing was spotted with blood. She waited for the two warriors to break apart and start to circle warily before she interrupted. She greeted Teyla warmly and leveled a cold stare at Ronon. “Is this your idea of taking it easy?” she asked and saw Teyla smile and surreptitiously step back with a nod of goodbye, out of the corner of her eye as she planted her fists on her hips. The big warrior at least had the grace to look ashamed as he mumbled that it wasn’t like he had gone out on a mission or anything. Jennifer cast her eyes heavenward and then stepped closer to him to examine the dressing. He smelled… manly, was the word she settled on, sweat, leather and that something indefinable.

“I’m off duty, but come by my quarters and I’ll replace that.” She offered after she was satisfied he hadn’t done himself any permanent damage. He had actually already healed a lot more than she would have thought possible. She checked his ribs for good measure and he didn’t wince at all. “I wouldn’t want to impose. I’ll just go down to the infirmary.” He countered, his eyes shifting away from hers, making her realize her hand still rested lightly on his torso and she pulled it away a little guiltily. “The infirmary’s a bit of a mess at the moment. A team got ambushed on P23X04 and there were lots of injuries, but no casualties. We just got done patching everyone up or I’d still be there. Just come by when you’re done here.” She instructed and before he could argue any further she turned and left.

Ronon watched her go, looking at her as if for the first time, his skin tingling where her hands had rested on it. He noted her feminine curves, even in uniform as well as her shapely ass and the sway of her hips as she walked away. He felt a stirring in his loins as his dick started to stiffen. She’d sniffed him. He was sure of it and her hand had lingered after her impromptu examination too. He shook himself. The idea was surely intriguing, but it was also absurd. What would she see in a relative savage like him, she was way too sophisticated for the likes of him? She was nice to be around though. “I should ask her if she’d like to train and spar. It would be good and safer for her to be able to handle herself now that she was starting to go on off world missions.” He thought as he took a shower, undoing his braids with practiced ease to wash his hair as well. He thought he might have left them too long and that he smelled. He changed into a clean vest and trousers and simply tied back his damp mass of dark hair to give it time to dry properly. He was feeling a little peckish, but decided to take up Dr Keller on her offer first, thinking she might join him in the mess after, an innocent enough reason to do as she’d asked.

Jennifer walked back to her quarters slowly. “What am I doing?” she wondered. His dressing hadn’t really needed changing and she could still feel the sensation of his skin on her fingertips. She was being silly. She was just being thorough in her care of a patient. She got to her quarters and stripped off her uniform’s jacket before sitting on her sofa and removing her boots and socks. She wriggled her toes on the soft, plush rug she had brought from earth. This was the best part of her day, well almost. She dragged her t-shirt out of the waistband of her pants and reaching up under it, behind her, she unhooked her bra with a sigh of relief and with a little effort she managed to free it completely through one sleeve. After eight hours in the infirmary, the darn thing did start to pinch no matter which brand or type she used. She grabbed her boots with her socks stuffed in them and her jacket and dumped the clothes she had removed onto her bed along with her hair tie as she removed it and shook her hair free. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment and for the umpteenth time reminded herself that she should cut her hair. She had never let it grow that long on earth. The wooden floor felt good under her feet as she padded to her kitchen area and poured herself a glass of wine while she considered what she might have for dinner or if she would go down to the mess hall and see what was on offer there.

Her door beeped and she sauntered over and opened it to find Ronon leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded, smiling. She ushered him in with a smile, noting that his hair wasn’t braided as usual and actually reached almost to the small of his back. “Make yourself at home. There’s wine and glasses on the counter.” She suggested as she returned to her bedroom to grab a clean dressing from the kit she kept there and to quickly clear her bed, why, she wasn’t exactly sure. He noted she had her hair down and seemed more relaxed than when he usually saw her. He uncorked and sniffed at the contents of the bottle she had indicated. The smell was not unpleasant so he poured himself some into one of the strange shaped vessels she had indicated as well. He handled it carefully, it seemed very fragile and he thought it rather impractical for its use. He sniffed at the red liquid one more time before taking a tentative sip. “This is good.” He stated as she returned. “I’m glad you like it. My brother sends me a couple of bottles every month.” She informed him as she asked him to lift his vest. He put down the glass and removed it instead.

“Okay then.” She commented with a nervous smile at having a half-naked man in her quarters. She replaced the dressing quickly and told him he could remove it in a couple of days. Again she found her hand lingering on the hard, toned curves and plains of his torso and it was even starting to venture higher to his chest and had to forcibly make herself stop from caressing his skin. She flicked her eyes up to meet his and then suddenly his arms were around her and he pulled her onto the tips of her toes and to him as his lips descended on hers. Startled, she struggled against his grasp for a moment, out of pure instinct and then froze as his lips pressed to hers.

The tension leeched from her body as she melted into his kiss and the warmth of his embrace and her lips parted to give him access. His beard tickled as their heads shifted as she returned his kiss with matching hunger. She moaned against his lips as their tongues fenced and then wrestled in the arena of their joined mouths and she let her hands clutch at his broad shoulders. She felt herself come alive with arousal, her skin suddenly feeling hot and tingly, her nipples scraping against the suddenly scratchy cotton of her t-shirt as they stiffened, poking against his chest as her breasts flattened against it and her sex twisting, flexing and rubbing against itself on a sudden rush of lubricating sex grease as she pressed her body against his.

She gasped and resisted more vehemently, if breathlessly than she’d struggled when he broke their kiss and let her feet settle fully back to the floor once more. She blinked and looked up at him in dismay as he created some separation between them. “Why did you do that? No, scrap that. Why did you stop?” she asked, licking her lips, tasting the sweet fruitiness of the wine mixed with his flavor. “It felt like the right thing to do.” He answered softly and she frowned at him. “What? No, it wasn’t.” she responded and then he was the one frowning. She took a deep breath, a little groan sounding in her throat as her breasts pressed into his chest before she slowly let the breath out. “You stopped kissing me because it felt like the right thing to do?” she asked for clarification and he shook his head in the negative. “You kissed me because it felt like the right thing to do.” She stated and he nodded. “So why the hell did you stop?” she asked in exasperation, almost stamping her foot, but barely curbing the impulse. The intensity of her anger at him stopping and not at the liberty he had taken, surprised her a little and she realized that she wanted him to do more than just kiss her. She’d never gotten this worked up or swept away by a kiss before and she wanted more.

He’d broken their kiss and put a little distance between them because of his reaction to her touch of her lips and the feel of her body. She wasn’t wearing anything under her t-shirt and he felt the heat of her breasts as they flattened against his chest and her nipples poked hotly against his skin through the thin material. He’d gotten hard and there was no way she wouldn’t have felt it if they continued and realized the bent his mind was taking. He hadn’t kissed her with that in mind, well, not right then and there anyway. He didn’t think she was that kind of woman. He might wish she was, but… Ronon smiled at the flare of fire in her eyes and voice as she seemed to berate him at the same time as asking him why he had stopped, and with appreciation at the way her bosom heaved. “Why?” she repeated. “I thought it best to stop before things got… got out of hand.” He finally replied.

“Out of hand?” she queried, her voice climbing an octave or two. “Yes, before I presumed too much. I respect you too much for that.” He replied, the amusement fading from his eyes, his expression suddenly serious. She let her eyes slide down and saw the bulge tenting the front of his fatigues and she finally grasped his meaning. She worried at her lower lip for a moment. “Ronon…I’d really like you to respect me less, al lot less.” Jennifer informed him as she reached down, pulled the hem of her tee out of her pants and whipped it off over her head in one swift motion. She heard him growl, a soft, rumbling, animal sound, deep in his throat, a little frightening and also thrillingly exciting, before his large hands were brushing aside the stray curls of her hair that had fallen across her face and they were kissing again. She returned his kiss with equal hunger and passion as his hands slid down her back to cup her ass and he swept her off her feet. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues tangled and sparks flittered into her chest as her nipples dragged along his skin.

She slid her hands onto his broad back to caress the shifting muscles under his skin. Her fingertips found and traced the scars that told of his life as a soldier, Runner and part of the SGA as she luxuriated in his kiss and touch. She actually whined when his writhing tongue disentangled from hers and he drew his lips away. Her dissatisfaction was short lived as his hand cupped and weighed one of her breasts for a moment before he fed it into his mouth. She cradled his head to her breast moaning softly as he suckled at her nipple, sending jolts of heat and pleasure radiating into her chest. It had, she realized, been way too long since she’d been with a man as she ground against him with a surge of arousal and hunger for more. “Bed!” she directed emphatically, groaning as she worried at her lower lip surprised at her brazenness even as she deliberately ground her crotch against the hot tube of his erection through his trousers.

Ronon heard her request as if it were his own thought. He groaned against her sweet, firm nipple, his lips vibrating against her skin and then scooped her up off the counter, his fingers flexing over her ass as he carried her toward her bedroom. They didn’t quite make it all in one go, her back fetching up against the door frame to her bedroom as he recaptured her lips once more to plunder and explore her mouth. She wrapped her legs and arms around him as they dry-humped, undulating and grinding against each other. His dick throbbed and pulsed with need against her belly, through the thin material of his trousers, which felt suddenly rough and itchy compared to the silk of her skin. He pulled her away from the doorframe and continued on into her bedroom. He lowered her to the edge of the bed and her legs unlocked from around him as he disentangled her arms from around his neck. He looked down at her, simply drinking in her beauty, feeling his arousal and anticipation pulse through him and intensify the throb of his erection. He could see the same hunger mirrored in her eyes and reached for her belt. He deftly unbuckled her belt and unfastened her pants and she lifted her ass high enough of the bed to tug her fatigues off her hips and ass so that he could pull them off.

Despite her arousal and wantonness, she felt a blush heat her cheeks as she realized she was wearing a pair of white, cotton Hello Kitty branded panties, not exactly the most sexy of undergarments, but they were comfortable and one of her favorites and she hadn’t exactly planned for anyone else to see them, much less be taking them off. It didn’t seem to matter to him and its importance rapidly dwindled to her as his hands slid up along her legs with warm pressure and she again lifted her ass for him to tug them free. She felt a flexing pulse at her core as he raised her panties to his nose, just for a moment before letting them fall to the floor. She watched as he undid the drawstring to his pants and then stretched the waistband to pull it clear of his erection and off down his legs. “Oh my!” she breathed at her first sight of him, sitting up and reaching for him before she even realized she was doing so. He drew in a hissed breath when she her fingers curled around his shaft, not quite able to wrap all the way round and slowly started to explore his length. It seemed he was big in every respect, easily the biggest she had ever encountered outside medical texts. She took a deep breath, a little flutter of apprehension causing her eyes to nervously flick up to his and then back to his throbbing, virile manhood in her hand.

“We can stop if you don’t want to go any further, Jennifer.” He offered softly and sincerely. He had seen this reaction at the size of his manhood from woman before and he didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t prepared for even though he would have given almost anything for them to continue. She smiled up at him, this time holding his gaze. “No… No, I want this, Ronon.” She dismissed his offer as she stroked his length and before he could say anything more she leaned forward and engulfed the pointed helmet of his dickhead with her mouth. She felt him draw in a shuddering breath as her lips stretched around his girth and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on as much of him as she could manage while stroking the rest with her hand. She flicked and swirled her tongue ion his throbbing skin as best she could as she slowly bobbed her head. She wasn’t very experienced at giving oral and his size was quite daunting, so she didn’t even try to take any more than her mouth could accommodate, instead working on what she could with enthusiasm. She heard him groan and adapted her technique to compensate for the slight, slow thrust of his hips.

Ronon’s eyes narrowed and he clenched his butt, but still lost the battle to keep his hips still as her wonderful mouth sent shivers of pleasure radiating into his groin and snaking up his spine. Her lustrous wealth of curls had fallen forward to hide the incredible sight of her lips wrapped around him and his hands hovered over her slowly bobbing head as he sought the control necessary to be gentle and considerate. He finally let his fingers weave into her hair and dragged it out of her face and piled it on top of her head where he could hold it out of the way and once again enjoy the erotic sight that went with the wonderful sensation of her mouth on him. “Ancients Above! That feels good. You’re amazing!” He groaned heavily in appreciation before licking his lips and swallowing to wet them and his throat, which suddenly felt dry and tight. He flexed his fingers slowly, massaging her scalp as she sucked and licked at him with delicious pressure and liquid heat. She started to caress his balls as well as stroke his shaft and he felt a heavy spike of pleasure increase the growing tension in his loins. He let his hand slide from her hair to lightly cup her cheek and when she next dragged her lips upward, he urged her to release him. A thin string of saliva connected her lips to his drooling tip as she smiled up at him before she wiped them with the back of her hand.

Now that she’d done it, her brazenness embarrassed her and her cheeks felt hot as she averted her eyes from his. He gently raised her chin, looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “What’s wrong? That was incredible.” He asked softly, his tone mirroring his expression. “I don’t… I’m… I’m just not usually that… forward. And… I’m not that good at…” She falteringly replied, taking he hand off his shaft when she realized she was still slowly stroking its thick length and smiled nervously at the way he was looking at her, both tenderly and lustfully at the same time. He answered her smile with a far more confident one and shook his head slightly to negate her words. “Lay back, Jennifer.” He instructed softly, applying gentle pressure to her shoulder with the flat of his palm in emphasis, an eagerness twinkling in his bright eyes. She settled back on the bed, but then propped herself up on her elbows to look down her body as he knelt at the foot of the bed, between her legs. She murmured softly as his lips made a warm, wet bloom of pressure on the inside of her leg, just above her knee. She felt another one, higher up, on the inside of her thigh of the other leg. The short hair of his beard tickled her skin and then her breath hitched and she let out a soft moan as he wormed his tongue between her folds and started to lap at her sex.

The scent of her arousal tantalized his nose, growing stronger as it drew him to her sex. She tasted as good as she smelled, sweet, spicy and exotic as he explored her with his tongue, collecting her delectable nectar, delighted that she steadily replenished the supply. He spread her legs further, draping one lightly over his shoulder to get better access as he feasted on her, making her hips jerk and twist against his hands as she moaned and gasped her enjoyment. He let his tongue delve deeper, exploring her channel and searching out the source of her delicious cream. Her hips bucked hard and she let out a soft cry of delight when he found the exposed pearl of her clit and lightly suckled at it. Little shudders ran through her and her moans got louder as he lavished his attention on the sensitive little nub. The strength of her hands as much as her insistent, frantic cries for him to stop surprised him as her fingers dug into his hair and pulled his mouth away from her sex. He licked his lips, savoring the last of her delicious flavor.

He was good, too good and her control was hanging on by the thinnest of threads, but she wanted to experience the colossal climax she could feel building at her core with him inside her. So, once she had his attention, she shifted her hands onto his cheeks and pulled him up toward her and between her legs as she shifted back onto the bed proper. She released his face when he dipped his head down and slithered his tongue up over her abdomen and up towards her breasts. His tongue snaked through the valley of her cleavage and then took a detour to the left to circle her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. Her back arched and she pressed her breast into his mouth as he sucked hard, his teeth lightly testing the swollen, turgid and sensitive tube. She hissed and grasped at his broad shoulder when he bit a little more firmly and stretched hr nipple as he raised his head before letting it go. He let her settle back to the bed before repeating the process on the other breast with more or less the same reaction.

Jennifer felt his warm, smooth shaft brush the inside of her thigh when he finally moved completely on top of her with nibbling kisses along her chest, onto her neck and finally her chin and lips. He hovered over her as they kissed as she wormed one of her hands down between them and reached for him while letting the other slide down his back to his ass. He slid forward a little further and she spread her legs wider as she grasped his thick shaft and rubbed his pointed head through her slick, swollen and tingling folds until she could seat him firmly at her entrance. Her breath hitched as he shifted and started to stretch her, her teeth pressing into her lower lip stifling her unintentional gasp, but still he stopped. “Don’t stop.” She urged, clutching at his buttock and licking her lips. “I never could refuse a beautiful woman.” He rumbled and slowly thrust forward. This time she didn’t make any effort to hold back her heavy gasp and the shuddering exhalation that followed as her spine shivered and arched and she slowly drew her legs up as he filled her, stretching her resistant, but slippery, willing flesh as he forged a fiery trail to her intimate core, inch by delightful inch.

A soft whine broke from her throat as her legs curled around him and with her hands, tightened to hold him in place as his pubic bone met hers and they were one. She blinked as she adjusted to his invasion, her sex pulsing in time with his. She had never felt so completely filled and pleasure and discomfort played tag with each other as she shifted around him, her sex flexing against the steel of his length and unyielding girth. Ronon tried to remain still, but the very act of breathing was pleasurable in the tight, molten confines of her feminine centre and the urge to move and pursue it further was almost overwhelming. He concentrated on the beauty of her face and let his hand lightly explore the smooth skin of her hip and thigh to distract him as he gave her the time to adjust to his invasion. He started to rock his hips slowly when her hands relaxed on his buttocks, shifting in her sweet, snug depths with gentle, shallow strokes. He sucked lightly at the skin of her neck with a groan at the delicious sensation of her womanhood sliding along his length as he slowly increased his range of motion, taking his cues from her reactions as to pace.

He loved the little sounds she made, the way she tensed or relaxed, the smooth warmth of her skin as it slid against his as her hands clutched at his buttocks and back. The scent of soap and vanilla that he associated with her was now just an undertone to the rich, spicy perfume of sex and her taste lingered on his lips. She inundated his senses and he eagerly reveled in it, surrendering to his needs and desire for her as he increased the length and strength of his strokes. The wonderful friction of her snug, silken channel translated into sizzling sparks of pleasure that tensed his butt and charged his growing need for release.

Jennifer started to move with him, a counterpoint sync to aid him in his journey as he slid in and out of her, instinct taking over where pleasure scattered thoughts failed. She bit and sucked at the hard, corded muscles of his shoulders. His short beard tickled and scratched her skin, but it hardly registered though the heavy surges of pleasure his manhood and strong roaming hands and lips were producing inside her. His large frame loomed over her, but his strong arms kept him poised above her with just enough weight resting on her to add the friction of skin sliding across skin to that of his manhood inside her snug channel. Jennifer loved the way he looked at her. Intense, lustful, yet at the same time adoring as they moved in unison and she could feel the sweet tension of her climax building steadily and inexorably each time their flesh met and ground together.

The challenge of restraining his release added to the delight of watching and feeling her strive for hers. Her skin glistened and almost glowed with a thin sheen of sweat produced by their exertions as they strained together. The soft groans and moans she had been making became soft, panted cries that slowly increased in volume. He was breathing hard, but steadily through both his mouth and nose even as his heart raced and hammered against his ribs while his jaw clenched and pleasure rippled across his nerves. He wanted to give in, to move faster, to thrust harder, find his release, but he wanted her to soar to those heights with him even more. He could feel she was close as her trim belly started to quiver against his and her sex pulsed in quick, slick, hot bursts around him, but she wasn’t quite there yet. Ronon forced himself to thrust less and ground more, sawing the base of his cock across her sensitive, exposed clit.

Jennifer couldn’t seem to find enough air. Someone was crying out, rough, short sounds of enjoyment that bordered on pain and she was surprised to realize that it was herself. Her climax was a wild thing, clawing at her insides with flashing talons of delight and growing more fierce and frantic with its need for release, drawing strength and power from his thrusting manhood. She restrained it with ever growing effort, torn between the desire to let go and the joy of allowing it to build. She quivered with the strain of holding on as she continued to undulate against him as mind fought body and then the torrent of sensation was simply too much. The beast of her climax burst free and ravaged her with bliss full, tensing surges of delight. She cried out long and hard, a wail of triumph and loss as her body arched up against his in a taut shuddering bow and again when he thrust into her clenched twisting sex. She was on fire and she revel in it as it consumed her, burning away everything else besides the bliss of sexual release. Her eyes went wide and her world blurry and she twitched as muscles misfired under the direction of the cascading energy of her orgasm.

The strength of her climax caught him by surprise and he grunted as her sex clamped down around him and he grunted, lifting his mouth from her skin as his jaw clenched and he gritted his teeth. His hips humped hard, without his conscious direction, driving him deeper into the squeezing velvet grasp of her loins. He grasped at the backs of her shoulders and then transferred his grasp to handfuls of the sheets below them as the sweet tension in his groin broke and he threw his head back with a wild roar as he poured himself into her in heavy, spurts to add the liquid heat of his seed with the sudden slick torrent that surrounded him. The pleasure sang across his nerves, charging them to the point of overload, locking his muscles and making sparks dance before his eyes to mingle with the spectacular sight of Jennifer in the throws of orgasmic bliss. The sharp surges of energy whipped through him with each pulsing spurt and left him spent, robbing him of his strength as they started to peter out. He felt his arms start to tremble, and he wasn’t able to catch nearly as much of his weight as he wanted to as he collapsed on top of her with a deep, depleted sigh.

She clung to him, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, his weight and large solid form a warm, welcome anchor as she rode out the storm of her orgasm. She didn’t know how long it lasted, all she knew was him and pleasure and nothing else. But as her body started to relax and her senses returned, it felt like too long and not long enough. Their chests heaved together, her breasts flattened against his skin, her nipples sparking with little electric sensations as the hard, sensitive tips shifted with their need to find air and catch their breath. With, a grunt of effort from him and a groan of reaction from her, he rolled off her, but pulled her with him so that they ended up with their positions reversed, with her now draped limply over him, her head resting on his broad shoulder. She felt him slowly start to shrink and her channel flexed in an attempt to hold him where he was as the friction stirred echoes of her climax. She nipped and then kissed at his skin, tasting the salt of sweat as they lay still and sated and he slid out of her as nature took its course.

Strong, but gentle fingers pulled the wild, dark disarray of her hair away from her face and then collected the stray strand that clung to her damp skin. She tilted her head up to find him looking down at her with a soft smile, which returned as his fingers lightly stroked her hair and her shoulder and back that it covered. “You okay?” he asked softly. “I’m… I’m wonderful. That was amazing, although I’ve never played doctor with one of my patience before.” She responded after she took a moment to really consider his question. It had been impulsive and maybe ill advised, but she didn’t regret it. There was definitely something between her and the Satedan, but what it all meant she wasn’t sure, but for now, no matter what else, it had been great sex. “Yes, it was amazing. He agreed, his arm tightening around her for a moment.

“But… play doctor? You are a doctor.” he wondered with a confused frown marring his forehead, confused at her words, but relieved that she did not seem to regret what they had done. Jennifer chuckled as she curled her hand around the back of his head, her fingers snaking into his hair as she titled her head further and pulled his lips to hers for a slow, probing kiss. “It’s an old earth euphemism for having sex. I might be the actual doctor here, but you were the one that gave me a very, very thorough examination, Ronon and I really have to applaud your bed... side manner.” She explained and his frown deepened for a moment and then faded. “Well then… when can we schedule your follow up, Dr Keller?” he enquired with a grin and she laughed.

THE END