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TITLE: Flora And Fornication
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 – While exploring a new planet, some foreign flora leads Dr Keller and Ronon into fornication.
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
CHAPTER ONE
A strong hand gripped her elbow and steadied her before she really started to stumble as she was expelled from the stargate. No matter how many times she traveled by gate, she always felt like she was falling when she came out the other side. She thought it might be an inner ear thing. "Thanks, Ronon." She thanked him as the large Satedan maintained the contact gently with her as he escorted her down the ramp and the gate shut down with a whoosh behind them.
Major Sheppard, Teyla and the rest of the marines fanned out in a loose perimeter while the rest of the team, mostly botanists checked their equipment at the base of the ramp leading from the stargate. Doctor Jennifer Keller took her first look at planet M-86456, or as the botanists were starting to call it, Eden as she rolled her shoulders and adjusted the straps of her back pack while Ronon moved passed her to speak to Sheppard. Lush green forest surrounded the clearing in which the stargate resided with a path leading into its verdant depths off to the right. The sun was warm and bright overhead and in the trees she could see flashes of color and hear the trilling voices of birds as well as the soft hum of insects.
Atlantis had set up a research station here when it became clear that there was an abundance of medicinal plants as well as arable land and a distinct absence of both inhabitants, predators and, of course, The Wraith. The Major thought it was too good to be true and insisted on these weekly visits to check on the scientists and the marines he had left to guard them. So far everything had continued to go to plan, without even the common injuries and mishaps that could befall any expedition. She'd come along out of simple curiosity, wanting to see what all the fuss was about as well as needing a little time away from the stresses of the infirmary. A change was as good as a holiday, her mother always used to say.
Her eyes moved from the scenery to the tall frame of one Ronon Dex. Broad shouldered and muscular, he stood a head taller than even Major Sheppard. He had forsaken his long coat on account of the tropical climate and his arms were bare in a tight fitting tank top. She was also dressed in a simple t-shirt and fatigues although she had her jacket stowed away in her pack. The Ex-runner intrigued her. He was a strong, fast and savage fighter, but also intelligent and he could be surprisingly gentle and considerate as well. He wasn't hard on the eyes either with rugged, chiseled features and expressive dark eyes although her hands would itch to do something about his braids.
In a private moment or two she had wondered how long his hair would be if undone and combed out. For some reason he would be shirtless at the same time as she found that out. She had treated him often enough to know what he looked like with his shirt off. She'd been professional enough not to let curiosity lead her eyes lower. He was a fine figure of a man and she didn't deny herself the guilty pleasure of a fantasy here and there, but she would never act on it. He was everything you could want in a man, but way out of her league. His wildness both attracted her and intimidated her.
She turned her gaze away from Ronon just as her turned his head to look over his shoulder as if sensing her attention. He flashed her a smile when she casually returned her gaze back to him and then John called for them to move out and everyone headed for the trail. He waited for her and then fell into step beside her. They walked in companionable silence. He seemed relaxed and she took her cue from him. Not too many of her off world experiences so far had not become harrowing, but if Ronon was unconcerned she felt safe enough to do the same.
What had seemed like a green mass, were actually a riot of color and a shifting patchwork of shadow and lights? She could see how this place could be a botanists and biologists paradise. There were flowers of all types, shapes and colors blooming in amongst the trees and in the trees a rainbow host of birds flittered and fluttered from branch to branch. She stopped and peered into the lush growth that surrounded the trail when she caught sight of a flower that was tantalizing familiar, yet also just far enough away for her not to be sure. "Is than an orchid?" she stopped and asked one of the botanists who peered off into the forest where she pointed. "Might be." he answered non-commitally. "We've catalogued hundreds of species so far and have barely scratched the surface. A lot of them have been near matches for earth species, but some are completely alien." he continued by way of explanation for his less then definitive answer to her question.
She moved on slowly, still peering over her shoulder. Her prom date had given her one as a corsage and she hadn't seen its like again until now, but she couldn't be sure. "What's up, Doc." Ronon asked her, making her jump as he surprised her out of her reverie. He was way too quiet and light on his feet for a man his size. She smiled at the irony of not being able to explain the pop culture reference to his question. How would she ever explain Bugs Bunny to the tall warrior? "I just thought I saw a flower that I recognized and I would have liked to take a closer look to make sure and maybe retrieve one as a sample, but it was a ways off the path." She admitted freely.
"Let's go have a look." He offered and started to reach for his comm to presumably speak to Major Sheppard. She touched his arm, feeling the muscles shift beneath her fingers. "No, don't bother. It's... It's nothing." She attempted to dissuade him. "It seems important to you and there really isn't anything pressing for us to do at the research station. Besides, it won't take long. We'll go check it out, pick a couple and most likely catch up to the rest of the team before they even make it to the camp. Also I wouldn't mind doing a little exploring, I like this place. It reminds me a little of a place on Sateda I used to visit." He countered with a broad smile that became a rather boyish grin as he remained perfectly rooted while she tried to pull him along to continue on with the others.
He didn't give her a chance to counter as he tapped his comm and made the request of Major Sheppard, who grudgingly gave his permission before she could make any further protests. She wasn't overly disappointed at her failure as he offered to take her pack and they headed back down the trail with the sun warm on her skin and a gentle breeze at her back. "What the importance of this particular flower?" He wondered his deep voice soft and interested. Jennifer felt her cheeks heat even though there was no way he could know the full extent of the association. Her prom date had given it to her as a corsage, but it had also been the first thing she'd seen and smelled when she'd woken up in a hotel room bed after losing her virginity.
"Do you know what a prom is?" She asked and he shook his head and shrugged in answer, but he looked at her speculatively. "Would you like to stop and have some water? You look a little flushed and the heat around here can be a little deceptive." he suggested before she could begin to explain. "No, I'm okay." She replied with a shake of her head. "It's a... A rite of passage, the last dance event we have before leaving high school. My date, the guy who took me, gave me that flower to wear that night." she explained sure that was as much information as she needed to supply. “I know what a date is." He informed her with a wry smile. "Sorry, I was just covering all the bases." She apologized and then stopped as they reached the spot where she had seen the orchid
"I think that's it." She told him, pointing into the forest where she could see the cream colored flower with the rich purples specks that had so perfectly matched her cream prom dress and its purple accents and trim. She could see the change in him, the tension in his stance and features as he intently surveyed the area she pointed out looking for possible dangers. "Okay, follow me and stay close." He instructed as he loosed the sword he kept sheathed as his back, the hilt over his shoulder. "Try not to destroy anything you don't have to." She gave an instruction of her own and he nodded his agreement even though his eyes continued to scan the forest.
They made it to the patch of flowers in a sun-drenched little clearing without incident, picking their way through the lush undergrowth. He kept the sword at the ready, but didn't need to use it. "Is that it?" he asked as she knelt and examined one of the flowers. "It's very similar." she responded thoughtfully as she studied the flower. The outer petals were almost identical to the one she remembered, but the flower seemed to have a second, small, yellow flower nestled at its center. It also had a very familiar, vanilla-like scent. "It's still very pretty. I'll just pick one and then we can be on our way." She decided, but he gently caught her hand, sinking to his haunches next to her as she reached for the stem of the flower and she turned her head to frown at him.
"Just a moment." He stalled her as he leaned close to the flower and subjected it to a scrutiny of his own. "No barbs or spines or fluids, so I guess it’s okay." He observed and let go of her hand. She thanked him for his caution and then plucked the flower. She immediately noticed that the smaller flower closed and that the scent had changed became spicier as she brought it to her nose to savor the scent while she stood up. The small yellow flower opened quickly and then she was sneezing as she got a faceful of pollen. Jennifer doubled over with the force of her sneezes, her eyes watering while Ronon leaned over her, patting her back and asking her if she was okay. Neither of them noticed that the rest of the patch was now sending clouds of pollen into the air. Ronon started to sneeze as well even though he had thrown a hand across his nose.
They sneezed and coughed for how long she couldn't say, finding it hard to breath, tears turning the world blurry, and Jennifer began to feel lightheaded and leaned against Ronon's tall, masculine frame while his arms curled around her to hold her. The sneezing and coughing subsided slowly, leaving them both gasping for breath and leaning against each other. "Are you okay, Doc?" He asked when their breathing returned to something resembling normal although the spicy scent still remained thick in her nostrils. She didn't know how to answer him. She felt fine, now that she could once again breath, but... Her eyes widened and her breath hitched as she realized what she was feeling.
Her skin was tight, hot and tingly. Her nipples were stiff and rubbed against the cups of her brassier while her belly fluttered and her intimate flesh pulsed and itched and flexed and twisted against itself to wring out a gush of slippery, hot lubrication. She was aroused, very aroused and although she had dashed the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, her vision still seemed to contain a haze as she looked at the flower she still held in her hand. She looked up when she heard a growl rumble from his throat to find him shaking his head. Her tongue peeked out to wet her suddenly dry feeling lips and swallowed to do the same with her throat as her eyes met his. His arm was still around her and then her feet were no longer on the ground and her lips were crushed to his.
She tensed for a moment and then she wrapped her arms and legs around him and returned his kiss with the same heat and hunger. His groan mingled with her moan as she ground against the solid ridge of the erection she could feel pressing against her stomach. They nipped and sucked at each other's lips when their tongues weren't fencing or wrestling as they explored each other's mouths. His hands slipped from the small of her back to cup and fondle her ass and they kissed until they were panting and breathless. "What... What are we doing?" She asked breathless as she felt him throbbing hotly even through the layers of clothing that separated them. "I... I don't know, but I don't want to stop." He responded with a smoldering look in his eyes, his voice low and husky while his chest heaved before his lips again captured hers.
Jennifer clutched at his broad shoulders while one of his hands slid up her back until his fingers could worm into her dark hair to control her head. She whimpered against his mouth as her excitement amped up higher. Her skin seemed to blaze as her body tightened even further with need. "Fuck me!" She exclaimed, not sure if she was referring to how his kiss made her feel or what she wanted him to do next. They looked into each other’s eyes and then she unhooked her legs and he let her settle slowly back to her feet. "We... We shouldn't do this... The... The flowers... They did something... Something to us." He ground out a protest from between gritted teeth, trying to be the voice of reason while his eyes and squeezing hand said something completely different.
The same thoughts ran through her mind, by the kept getting scattered by her growing excitement. She never broke eye contact because she wasn't sure what would happen if she did and her hands stayed on his hips while his rested lightly on her shoulder and at the small of her back. She was trying to control her breathing, get control of herself, but all she could think of what his hands and mouth would feel on her skin or what he would feel like inside her. She whimpered as her sex gave a sharp, hard twist and she felt a heated, liquid rush and a moment later felt a slow, wet trickle make its way down the inside of her thigh. Her sex continued to twist against itself and pulse with desire, drowning out the little voice of reason that still protested as her body almost literally ached with need.
"Fuck me?" She requested of him softly, coyly though her eyelashes even as her body screamed at her for it and she surrendered to the animal need that was roaring through her. She might have blushed at the unladylike phrasing of her request, but she was already so hot she couldn't tell. He continued to stare at her, silent his body tensed as if unsure as to whether he was preparing for flight or fight. "Jennifer." He said her name in a tone that was part-plea, part-threat while at the same time was hot with desire. His hands dropped away from her and flexed and relaxed at his sides as he looked at her with hungry eyes and she could see the war going on inside him written clearly on his face. It was a war she had already lost. The simple act of breathing made her skin shift against the suddenly rough and irritating clothing. His battle continued until she dragged her t-shirt out of her pants grabbed the hem and dragged it off over her head.
That simple act lost him the war and was the starter’s gun for the frantic race for them to get out of their clothes. His sheathed sword and his top were gone before she managed to unhook her bra as she unsuccessfully tried to kick off her boots at the same time. She started to lose her balance, but he caught her before she fell and turned her momentum into a controlled lowering to the soft, mossy ground. His arm was a flexing pillow for her shoulder as his lips captured hers with bruising force while the fingers of one hand buried themselves in her hair to cradle and massage her head while the other found and squeezed her breast. His palm ground her nipple and electric jolts rippled into her chest to make her gasp into his mouth as it pulled away from hers.
Ronon's thigh was between her legs and she undulated to grind her crotch against it in an attempt to scratch the growing itch in her loins while he nibbled along the line of her jaw until could nip and suck at the side of her neck. Her hands blindly explored the wide, hard-muscled expanse of his back and shoulders, tracing the rougher ridges and divots that designated scar tissue and marveling at how many there were. She could feel the shape of his thick length pressing hotly into her thigh as they dry humped, his lips and teeth sending sparking little sensations into her skin as it he moved lower while his fingers, having completed their rough and thorough exploration of her breasts turned their attention to the turgid peaks of her nipple. He pinched, pulled and rolled them making a livewire connection between them and her core that made her inside clench and her back arch to press her flesh against his.
Her hands moved lower down his as she lifted her back off the ground with some support from his hand still wound in her now loose hair. She couldn't remember when it had come undone from the ponytail she'd had it in or how and she didn't care. He must have undone his pants at some time, because she was easily able to push her hands in under the waistband and onto the curves of his ass. Despite all the times that she had treated him, she was surprised to find out that Ronon Dex went commando and there was no underwear to impede her exploration. They groaned simultaneously as she let her fingernails test his rock hard buttocks while he snaked his tongue down the valley of her cleavage. His hand left her breast with a sharp pinch and a hard squeeze to let his lips and tongue take over where it left off.
His fingertips drew five tickling, tingling lines over her ribs and onto her midriff. Her flat belly quivered against the warm pressure of his palm as he rubbed it in a slow circle before his fingers continued lower and blindly, roughly attacked her belt. His dick twitched and throbbed against her and she relinquished her hold on his ass to work her hands around to the front of him, but there just wasn't enough slack in his pants and she had to take them out and worm it between them the reach and fully, carefully undo his zipper. His cock all but sprang into her hand, drooling with excited lubrication that she used to good effect to skim her fist along his hot, thick, virile length as she explored it. That analytical part of her that made her a good doctor managed to make a few calculations despite the flood of erotic stimulus that was bombarding her and a shiver trickled down her spine to ignite another burst of heat in her loins at the results. He was well above average and thick, the thickest she had ever encountered as her fingertip didn't quite touch and he was curved just so. His skin was velvety smooth, but she could feel the veins pulsing underneath it as she squeezed and his lips vibrated around her nipple as he moaned in response.
A heavy moaned of her own followed suite and was chased by a whine and a buck of her as she experience another sharp jolt of pleasure when the snaps on her trousers surrendered to his fingers and he was able to dig his hand into her underwear. The sodden crotch of her panties peeled away from her swollen folds reluctantly as his thick fingers replaced it and started to stroke up and down along her slit. A shudder rippled through her and made a soft cry spill from her lip as he fingers explored deeper and his palm ground against the exposed, buzzing button of her clit sending pulses of pleasure hurtling into her body.
Her breathing was rapid, ragged and shallow, but still she licked, sucked and nipped at the corded muscle of his should as they blindly explored each other’s sexes. Jennifer felt lightheaded and feverish with the overload of sexual sensation, but still she wanted more. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me." She growled at him with a whip of steel and demand in her voice and he head rose off her breast, her nipple trapped between his teeth. He stretched the taut, sensitive little nub until she gasped as pleasure became tinged with pain and then let go with lust blazing in his eyes. The sharp distraction also allowed his cock to slip from her grasp as he moved back out of reach.
His hands left her and she missed them immediately although the echo of his touch remained, and then he was yanking at her pants. She looked down between then and got her first unobstructed view of his rampant manhood. It glistened with the natural lube she'd spread over it and it seemed to twitch and lurch as if straining to reach her. She licked her lips as he continued to tug at her pants and underwear until she lifted her ass. The air felt wonderfully cool against her superheated sex, but not quite as good as the heat his hands massaged into her legs as he massaged them while pushing her pants and panties to her ankles. He made a feral sound of frustration when her boots became an insurmountable obstacle to getting her naked.
She didn't particularly care, he was exposed, she was exposed and she wanted him inside her, so she grabbed and clutched at his broad shoulder, pulling at and urging him on top of her. His first thrust missed, but made her hiss and her hips buck as he brushed across her. His second and third attempts also went astray and even when she reached down and guided, him, they met with failure. The angle was just wrong and even though she strained against the material of her pants around her ankles, she simply could not spread her legs wide enough to accommodate his much larger frame. It was torture to get so close, but yet not go any further and his frustrated growl as he tried once again, echoed her sentiment perfectly.
His chest was heaving and she could see his nostrils flare as he paused, looming over her his dick tapping her belly as it twitched to the rhythm of his heart and his eyes boring into her with calculating, animal intensity. She had seen enough nature programs to recognize the way a predator looked at prey and a deep instinctive fear mingled with her rampant arousal to send a shiver of excitement through her. She wasn't sure if he smiled or just bared his teeth, but it was the only warning she got before he wrapped his hands around her waist and with incredible ease he lifted and flipped her onto her belly. She was still trying to catch her breath, more out of surprise than the impact on the soft, loamy, leaf strewn ground when he yanked her up onto all fours. It occurred to her that he had been holding back, but that frustration had finally used up the last of his restraint, just before she cried out and her fingers dug into dirt as he ploughed into her and pulled her back onto him at the same time.
Her cry mixed with his roar of triumph that befitted his lionan appearance. Her head snapped up as her spine arched and her muscles twitched under the heavy charge of sensation that exploded into her as he stretched and filled her. Her breathing was ragged and shallow and the world blurred as she tried to process the stimulation of his thick, adamantine shaft lancing through her most intimate flesh. She had been wet, willing and eager for him, waiting for it, wanting it, but he was very thick and she was tight and he filled her like she had never been filled before. Pain and pleasure dueled in response to his steady, unrelenting and fast invasion, but pain lost and she clutched at the dirt, not only bracing herself, but pushing back to accept him.
One of his hands slid off her waist and up her back and onto her shoulder as his crotched pressed hard against the curves of her ass and they were one. His hard abdomen pressed warmly against and the small of her back as her spines relaxed enough for her to let her head drop, her hair forming a dark cool curtain around her face as she tried to catch her breath. She half-moaned, half-whimpered as he circled his hips to grind into her, his strong hand massaging her shoulder as the other traced the ridges and valleys of her ribs until he captured her breast. His cock pulsed against the tight confines of her core as it flexed and twisted around him flooding with yet more slippery cream as she acclimatized to its, hot, steely girth. She wanted to remain still, give her overloaded nerves a chance to recover, but when he started to rock his hips she started to roll hers so that he stirred her molten depths.
His thumb and forefinger found hero nipple and rolled and tweaked it as he increased his range of motion and she matched him. His breathing was a heavy rumble above her as after a few false starts, their efforts synchronized so that he was he was driving into her with long, hard, smooth strokes and she rocked back onto him and braced herself for the rhythmic collision of his flesh with hers. His hand clutched at her, pushing and pulling, sending shockwaves of delight into her as she slid back and forth along his length. The delicious friction of his flesh in hers and his skin on hers set her on fire as it sent cascading sparks along her nerves to steadily add to the tension and pressure of her building climax. Cries escaped her lips on hot puffs of air to mingle with his grunts as she panted in search of her next cooling breath.
Sweat sprang up on her skin, but did nothing to abate the fire that seemed to dance along it. Heavy drops and little rivulets added little nuances of sensation as the slid down her arms and legs. His hand left her shoulder and cupped her cheek, turning her face until she found that his larger frame allowed him to find her lips for a short, hungry and intense kiss while he ground against her ass. They broke the kiss with synchronized explosions of breath. She felt dizzy and her blood sang in her ears while her heart seemed to be trying to beat its way out of her chest. He nipped at the juncture of her shoulder and neck and then washed away the sharp sting with a wet swirl of his tongue and the warm blossom of his lips.
Jennifer started to shake as the sexual energy building inside her leaked out and sizzled along her nerves to rattle her muscles. She gasped as her arms buckled when his strong hand pressed down between her shoulder blades and then slid onto the back of her neck. The dirt felt soothingly cool against her forehead for a moment and then she could feel nothing else but him as he started to pump hard and fast. He made a rumbling, strained growl that built as he hammered her with short, fast, powerful thrusts and all she could do was brace herself, her fingers digging into the dirt and curling around handfuls of it as her pleasure amped up and she felt herself being propelled towards orgasm. Her cries grew with his grunts and growls and they both mixed with the moist sound of his flesh rapidly slamming into hers.
Her pleasure reached that thrilling, scary knife's edge that teetered between agony and ecstasy. She felt like she was drowning on dry land, her skin prickled and her heart was racing a mile a minute, yet nothing had ever felt so good. Her nose was filled with the earthy scent of the ground, sweat ban the heavy musk of sex. She felt him draw all the way back, his pointed head trembling just inside her entrance. Time froze for a moment as he paused there, his hand flexing on her neck and at her hip and then he drove forward and pulled her onto him hard. Like, a plunger on a detonator, his driving shaft and the sizzling lightning strike of pleasure it brought with it, set off the explosion of her climax which both demolished and remade her in an instant that lasted forever
Bliss blasted into every cell and tensed every muscle, making her head snap back and up, her shoulders pressing into his heaving, sweaty chest as her back arched into a taut, shuddering bow while she screamed her release to the heavens. Her sex constricted and squeezed the thick steel of its invader as it also wrung out a torrent of hot joy juice while her climax raged and rampaged across her senses. His big hands clutched at her breasts as he pulled her up onto her knees. The new angle and her and his circling, grinding hips set off another set of explosions that made her whimper and whine as already over-sensitized nerves were further strained. He reared up and then roared to the sky as his bucking hips added impetus to the heavy spurts of his seed as he followed her in release. More liquid heat flooded her as she became blind and deaf as her world was reduced to the white hot flame of bliss that spread through her like wildfire.
How long they remained like that she couldn't tell. He seemed to cum forever, bucking and erupting inside her. Her senses started re-engage with the real world by degrees. She felt warm wetness slowly, lazily start to trickle down the insides of her thighs while he held her up against his chest. She couldn't tell how much was him and how much of it was her own. Her pulse still throbbed in her ears, but it formed a backbeat to the rustle of the trees, the distant twitter of the birds and the heavy breathing of the man above and behind her. She blinked because the forest around her seemed too bright, the colors too vivid. Every shallow, ragged breath was a blessing and a curse. It gave her the air she so desperately needed, but it also pressed her into his hands or his chest which made him shift inside her which would trigger another burst of torturously delightful stimulation to pulse into her already overexcited body.
The wild energy of her orgasm still echoed through her, but it took as much as it gave and finally took the last of her strength with it. Her body went from tense to limp and she slumped in his arms. They started to topple forward, but he managed to shift them sideways and control their collapse as best he could, cradling her against the impact. They still both grunted and groaned, whether from the impact or his only slightly deflated manhood shifting inside her. She exhaled slowly as his body spooned around her and his shaft slowly shrunk from her. She whimpered and bit her lip as her sex clutched at him, constricting in an instinctive attempt to balk his retreat. His lips vibrated against the skin of her shoulder in response and then they were both still.
Exertion and satiation made her eyes heavy and kept her body limp with lassitude even as she snuggled against his shoulder and the pillow of his arm. The affects from the flowers had worn off and the fog of lust had lifted, but the memories were still very, very vivid and fresh. After what they had just done she was surprised at how calm she was. She should be freaking out, but she was strangely content and comfortable. She had a niggling suspicion that maybe not all of the affects from the flower's pollen storm had abated, but then again it had been quite a while since she had been with someone and never quite like that, so she wasn't sure. His arm remained around her waist and his leg was tangled with hers and she could feel his breath hot, but steady and measured against the top of her head.
"Shouldn't he be freaking out too?" She wondered as she felt the juices of their union leaking out of her and his limp, but still thick shaft nestled between her ass cheeks. He was so still and his breathing so slow and measured that she thought he had fallen asleep, so she jumped when his deep voice whispered in her ear. "So, Jen... Doc, what the hell just happened?" He asked. "I... We... You..." She began and faltered, realizing that she really didn't need to explain what they had done. "It must be some kind of defense mechanism designed to... Distract anything that might harm these plants." She theorized and she felt him nod his understanding and agreement. "Errrrrr... Are you okay?" He asked hesitantly, but with concern clear in his tone after another few moments of silence. "I... I'm sorry... I was quite rough with you... I'm not usually like that, but I... When you... I just couldn't control myself." He apologized before she could answer. Her muscles were a little tight and she could still feel the echo of him inside her, but other than that, she hadn't felt better.
"I'm fine, better than fine to be honest." She replied and squeezed his hand. where it rested warmly on her midriff. "What... The way we... It was really something and I wanted it as much as you did. I've never felt so wanton before or been so thoroughly taken." She admitted, trying to process her feelings about the event as well as trying to put his mind at rest. "A beautiful, smart woman like you? Really? Never? I find that hard to believe. What kind of pathetic men do you have on this Earth of yours?" He wondered with astonishment and despite the intimacy they had just shared, she felt her heat blossom on her cheeks as she blushed at the off handed compliment he had just given her. "You think I'm beautiful?" She answered his question with one of her own.
"Well, yeah, of course. I mean any guy with eyes..." He replied and then broke off before explaining further. She drained her neck around to look up at him and was surprised to see the large man blushing with a sheepish look on his face. "Are you okay?" She asked him and he chuckled as he nodded. "You sure that stuff doesn't have any lasting side effects?" He asked in concern and it was her turn to chuckle. "I can't be sure, but I don't think so. I'll give us both full scans when we get back to Atlantis." She proposed as she settled back down against his warm shoulder and arm. It bothered her that it didn't bother her that she was still lying naked in his arms now that she was thinking clearly. She should be panicked and frantically trying to get dressed, hide her nudity, but all she really wanted to do was close her eyes and nap against the warm comfort of his solid form which he didn't seem inclined to move any time soon either.
They both jumped when a comm squawked and then a moment later another. She rolled out of his arms as they both started looking around for their earpieces. She had no idea when or how they had fallen out, but it was evident that they had. It wasn't self-consciousness about her nudity that made her finally pull up her underwear and pants, but simple practicality as she crawled around looking for the small communications devices. He handed her, her bra with averted eyes. He found his comm and slipped it back into his ear. "Ronon, here." She heard him answer and then the conversation became one sided and she couldn't hear it. Her comm had stopped squawking once Ronon answered his, but she still scanned the ground for it once she'd put on her bra and retrieved and donned her t-shirt.
He signed off and turned to her. "The Major's pissed. We've been out here for hours. I told him we've just been exploring and just lost track of time and that we would meet them at the gate instead of making our way to the camp." He informed her. She frowned. "That can't be right. I know things are a bit hazy, but we didn't... You know for that long. Did we?" she queried as he started to look around them suspiciously. "Doc, where are the flowers?" he asked as he turned this way and that and she did the same, searching their surroundings. Both of them came up empty and the longer they looked, the less familiar the glade they were standing in looked. "I... I don't know where we are, Ronan. Whatever else the pollen did, it also seems to have made us wander off without even realizing it. I think we're lost." She feared, a tight little knot quickly forming in her stomach and suddenly the sunny glade seemed to become a little darker and the natural sounds around them somehow ominous.
"Hey, Jennifer. It's okay. We're not exactly lost." He told her soothingly, lightly squeezing her shoulder as he dug into one of the multitude of pockets in his fatigues. The science team took a thorough survey of this planet and I... I have the maps right here, along with our GPS co-ordinates." He told her with a smile as he waved a PDA in front of her. She watched as he tapped on and studied the device, sure that there was going to be some other disaster or obstacle until he triumphantly held out the device for her to see. "We're only about two clicks south of where we're supposed to be. We can make it back to the gate with ease." He explained confidently and her worry finally eased. "But, first, let's try to get you cleaned up." He told her and again she frowned. She took a hasty step back and said his name with concern when he drew his sword, but he just held so that she could see her reflection in it.
She had dirt smeared on her cheek and forehead and twigs and leaves were stuck in the wild disarray of her hair. He produced a canteen and a bandana from his pack and wetting the latter he gently washed the dirt from her face before she could suggest she do it herself. His touch, gentle and innocent of intent, still did things to her stomach and lower where echoes of their tryst still resided. She brushed his hands aside as circumspectly as she could when he brushed a stray lock of her hair away from her face, the backs of his fingers leaving a warm trail on her cheek and managed to take the bandana away from him to do the rest of the cleanup herself. She returned the bandana to him and he handed her the canteen, urging her to drink. She did. The water was cool and refreshing, but she was sure he had drunk from it took because she could taste him on the mouth of the container. She now knew what his mouth tasted like and she was sure she would never forget it.
She had to rake her fingers through hero hair several times to get it into some semblance of order and able to draw it back into the ponytail she had earlier. At that point of course she realized she had no idea where the tie was that had held it in place and she smiled at him as he wordlessly handed her a short leather cord to serve as a replacement. He consulted the PDA again and after checking if she was ready to go, led the way out of the clearing. They walked I silence for a while, with her simply following him until he slowed down and other walked side by side. She caught him giving her a few surreptitious sideways glances, but made no comment as she happened to be doing the same thing. "What are we going to tell the Major?" Ronon finally asked her. "Do you want to tell him the truth?" She returned his question with one of her own. She hated when people do that, but she just couldn't help herself.
"We should. All off-world incidents have to be reported, but... This is kind of personal, so..." he replied, but kept his answer deliberately vague. He was leaving the decision up to her. As, a medical officer, she was bound to report what had happened, but at the same time he was right, it was very personal and what more except for their memories she had no proof as to the cause of their... Little indiscretion. She had looked around, but had been unable to find the flower she had cut to start the whole event. She was also quite certain they would find no traces in their body when she scanned them. Jennifer worried at her lips for a moment.
"We tell him nothing, for now. We... We just tell him that we were exploring and lost track of the time. If the scans show anything abnormal, we'll come clean. If not we tell no one and no one ever needs to know. If we're medically cleared we... We don't speak of it again and it will be like it never happened." She proposed, working out the details as she went. "Bur, it did happen." She could have sworn she heard him mutter, but she couldn't be sure as he was facing away from her at the time. "Agreed." He concurred simply and moved ahead of her again. The tone of his agreement made her frown, but she couldn't quite find any fault in it. They continued on in silence and after about twenty minutes they emerged from the forest and back onto the trail.
"The gates just up ahead a ways." He informed her as she stepped up beside him. He offered her his canteen again, but this time she declined. He took a few steps and then turned around to face her. "Do you regret it?" He asked her directly. "That's... That's not a simple question to answer." She responded defensively even though she had an answer as simple and direct as his question. She'd been puzzling it out as she watched his back while they trekked through the forest. The circumstances had not been ideal, certainly, neither of them had had much control of their actions, but oh what actions they had been. Simply blinking would give her little, vivid flashes of memory in the brief darkness behind her eyelids. Her clothes and especially her underwear felt uncomfortable against her skin, no matter what she did as sense-memory ricochet along her nerves. She should, but she didn't regret what they'd done... She actually wouldn't regret it if they did it again and that smoldering ember of desire and animal want scared her.
"Could you try?" he asked plaintively and she could see his need for the answer clearly in his eyes. "Is he still worried that he hurt me or is this a preamble to more? Could his thoughts and feeling be running along the same line as hers?" She wondered to herself trying to decipher his motives. "No... No, I don't regret it." she finally admitted with a soft sigh after the consternation on his face continued to grow as she stalled and she saw his eyes narrow and a frown furrow his brow. "You don't sound very sure." He noted after a moment with his soft eyes searching her face, much as hers had his, his hand rising as if to reach for her and then falling back limply to his side. A short, sharp, wry bark of laughter leapt from her lips followed by another sigh. "Oh, I'm sure and that's part of the problem. I'm just not sure that being so sure is a good thing... It's... It's complicated." She tried to explain.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He offered and this time his hand did come to rest lightly on her shoulder as he stepped closer to her. "No!" She told him far louder and sharper than she had intended, stepping back as her mind screamed at her that, that way lay madness while her body urged her to press against the solid warmth of his muscular chest and luxuriate in the masculine scent that assailed her nose. Her sex also made a sharp, pulsing constriction that made her want to rub her thighs together and left butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she tightened with a sudden flare of heat. She saw shock and hurt in his eyes, but she couldn't explain her reaction to him without admitting far more than she wanted to.
There were just too many variables. She couldn't be sure why she was feeling and reacting the way she was. It could still be the effects of the pollen or any number of other things they might have been exposed to while they had unknowingly wondered through the forest. Her hormones might just be in overdrive or once she has surrendered to her need, it might not be as easy to deny it. "Look, Ronon, I'm sorry, but can we just stick to the plan. Get back to the gate, get back to Atlantis, check ourselves out and... If everything's okay, we'll... We'll see? We can talk then." She requested, hugging herself and worrying at her lip while looking at her feet as she couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye.
"No need. Things happened that were beyond our control. Let's go, Major Sheppard is waiting for us." He rumbled, his tone tight and cold. "Ronon..." She tried to re-engage him, but by the time she had lifted her chin his back was already to her and he had started to walk away. "Damn!" She sworn under her breath, acknowledging that she had handled the situation badly and after hitching her backpack more comfortably onto her shoulders she followed him.
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